"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! 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"