Sister Reneé کے بول

Sister Renee the jack of all trades Don't put that hatchet in my back, in my back Watch myself fade on the bed that was made Not by Nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you Your uniform fits the charm and the wit Life on the top floor by my ide, by my side I'm down in a pit, with nowhere to sit With a wrought iron door that separates us, separates us You gave me some poppyseed and we lay here for hours Heal these blisters sacred sister I will miss her so Heal these blisters sacred sister I will miss her so Sister Renee you've got it made Moving to a place that is warm, oh so warm What can I say, I want you to stay I'll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs You gave me some poppyseed and we lay here for hours Heal these blisters sacred sister I will miss her so Heal these blisters sacred sister I will miss her so I will miss her so, I will miss her so, I will miss her so