A man runs a cafe it started in the back That day, that day
A girl of thirteen worked to keep the kitchen clean in the back of the cafe
He made her dress up well because good looks can really sell But don't tell (don't tell)
And he always liked to stare while she tied up her hair and say, and say:
We are all forgotten We are all depraved We are all imperfect But we will all be saved
When her mother ran away from the bills she had to pay one day, one day
He took her to his flat that was just behind the cafe to stay, to stay
And sometimes he would be rough, if she'd say that it's enough it's tough, so tough
And his face full of love with a voice from above would say, would say:
We are all forgotten We are all depraved We are all imperfect But we will all be saved
So the years went past and she grew up fast - they say, they say
And soon the guys from the cafe started coming round the back to play, to play
So she worked and she worked and hid the money in the dirt for a day - for what day?
But the bruises on her thighs even dirt could not disguise so she'd say, she'd say:
We are all forgotten We are all depraved We are all imperfect But we will all be saved
She pulled up to work with a barrel down her skirt what a flirt, what a flirt!
And with her high heels on she shot him in the back Like that - like that
And when the men said, "Wow - we didn't think that you could do it." She just laughed
She said: "My whole goddamn life was about shooting that bullet - I had to do it, because:
We are all forgotten We are all depraved We are all imperfect But we will not be saved
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