She was forty-five when her husband died
The love of her life haunts her at night
Hallucinations keep her up
There’s a voice down from the hallway, hey my love
She’s a pretty little weirdo
Crying on her pillow
Holding on to a photograph
She’ll be sitting by the window
Looking at the willow to watch
His ghost past, oh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, ooh
Mrs. Foster seems to have lost herself
Mrs. Foster screams for help
Mrs. Foster seems to have lost herself
Mrs. Foster screams for help
She’s taken me to his grave
We’re viding in his Chevrolet, oh
Then she tells me her kids don’t talk
Not a single conversation since the fall
She’s a pretty little weirdo
Crying on her pillow
Holding on to a photograph
She’ll be sitting by the window
Looking at the willow to watch
His ghost past, oh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, ooh
Mrs. Foster seems to have lost herself
Mrs. Foster screams for help
Mrs. Foster seems to have lost herself
Mrs. Foster screams for help
Mrs. Foster seems to have lost herself
Mrs. Foster screams for help
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