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I Said Her Name
My friend Jerry had bet me a buck and a dime,
if I went to my house and said Her name three times.
I went to the bathroom and turned out the lights,
I turned on the sink and sat by candlelight.
I looked over my shoulder as if I didn’t know,
that this was just a legend that just seemed to grow.
Well, I said her name, three times if I remember,
on that very day in the month of November.
Nothing had happened. My friends said nothing would,
since we’re just a few teens trying to have as much fun as we could.
I then went to bed, tucked my sheets in real tight,
but then all of a sudden there was a bump in the night.
Bloody Mary! I saw her! At the foot of my bed,
with a white ragged dress and a pipe made of lead.
She came real close and whispered in my ear,
“Don’t go calling someone if you don’t want them to appear”.
I never got my buck and a dime,
for I never survived Bloody Mary’s surprise.