The Moaning Song

© Control Wayne Grech December/1993

This little girl she loved me
This little girl she led me on
Between us we knew everything
Our sins became as one

She said she'd never tell no-one
I swore to cause her pain
I loved her more she hurt so much
Love was confused both ways

See the way life's meant to be
See the way life's NOT meant to be

She let me touch her everywhere
My urge destroyed her soul
My fingers though her golden hair
My touch that left her cold

There is no little girl no more
She's grown and she did tell
I now get tortured like I gave
Here in my prison cell