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They looked at her this way every since she was a girlMr. Feathers, Mr. FeathersThe echo in every smile that would curl into a leer, oh my dear!(Oh my dear)Mr. Feathers is near(Oh my dear)The counter is foreign, something is spoilingIt's really appallingYou pleased and you promisedYou never saw it throughNobody knows, the damage that we doDo you carry it with you?She passed him out in the streetHe suddenly seems so frail as her fast heart beatShe should kick him anyway, sharpen her nailsFor eyes that stray, where hands should never strayShe thought she was wanted, ever since she was a girlMr. Feathers, Mr. FeathersThe kindness in every smile that would curl into a sneer, oh my dear!Mr. Feathers is nearHer lover is callingSomething is spoilingIt's really appallingYou pleased and you promised,You never saw it throughNobody knows the damage that we doThe damage that we do. From Letras Mania