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This song is by Deadsy and appears on the album Deadsy (1997).

How the story rolls
Magick's taught and histories told
A glory hole
Which through gazed her eyes of gold
Those veins run cold
Mystery's wife evades a soul
Scaring to and fro

Tearing through the snow
As she makes her darling coat
Hoarding all the shoals
Now her evil heinous woes

Kind of like Shakespearean prose
Without the rose
Avid as she sows
Cruella grows
Horrus and Jasper stole
So let the horror flow

Black and white in hair
Elegantly gaunt in frame
A bony flare
Which christened her with creepy grace
Always smokey air
Circling one Lurch/Hepburn face
In her head which filled the space
Was the one hellacious taste
As she aims her fate
Nothing flees her sore embrace

As the biggest mistake that Cruella made
Was when she left her cave and started to reign
As the love for her fades
Our feelings won't change
So my darling Cruella
We see through the grey

There's no reason to part from her cold lair
She has all of the loveliest and rare
Things which frighten at first but you'll soon wear
And thinks elegant haunting is so fair
Taking strolls through the dark by the moon's glare
As she listens for barks in the nights air
Always searching for marks on the white hair
She's a regional spark from this nowhere

Cruel, you're so fair

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