Emily and Fiona Transylvania

Anne Boleyn she kept a tin, Which all her hopes and dreams were in, She plans to run away with him, forever (never to be seen again) Leaves a note and starts to choke, Can feel the lump that s in her throat, It s raining and she leaves her coat in silence. We re sorry but we disagree The boy is vermin, can t you see We re drowning sins and misery And rip him out of history People marching to the drums, Everybody s having fun to the sound of love, Ugly is the world we re in If I m right and prove me wron