"My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy
She didn't want nobody to even look at Molly
She kept me locked up in this attic 'till I died
Only four years old, my story left untold"

Oh Molly!

"Mother was struck by this infallible idea
If she could paint my portrait I would remain immortal
And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace
A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime"

"Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring
For every stroke she painted a little life was ended
At last I felt so weak I could not even speak
But in that Fatal Portrait my spirit came to life again"

Oh Molly!

"That night I made the Portrait speak in evil tongue:
'You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you'
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
While she burned the Portrait in the candle of fate"

Oh Molly!

"I've gotta se ma"