a gathering gloom

Fee fi fo she smells his body
She smells his body
And it makes her sick to her mind
He has got so much to answer for
To answer for, To ruin a child's mind

How could you touch something
So innocent and pure
Obscure
How could you get satisfaction
From the body of a child
You're vile, sick

He was sitting in her bedroom
In her bedroom
And now what should she do
She's got so much insecurity

And his impurity It was a gathering gloom

Fee fi fo, Cranberries

Photo is done by Jhon, a dear friend of mine