King’s Carrie was a girl
though her mother
thought more like a whore
Little Carrie liked to twirl
In her head she liked to whirl
And her story
we all know well
how she rose
and up rose hell
But her fairy-
tale isn’t done
It wasn’t a film
made just for fun
The rage and the fury
the hate you carry
eats It alive
and frees up your hive
Thank you Carry
We love you!
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