Buried Alive
She said no
Well I could tell by her when she entered the room
That she was into the gloom
Well she took my heart and threw it away
So I put that girl in a grave
Buried alive She would not survive
Well I could tell by the look in her eyes
That she could control her men with a twitch of her thights
Well she put my heart in her womb
So I put that girl in a silk tomb
Autor(es): Evil Presly
