tomato sTains
Ooh, ooh oooh
Ooh ooh oooh
Tomatoes in a garden
All red, juicy, and fresh
Most hang on high vines
But one's under the mesh
A young girl, she is a slave
Who unwillingly satisfied her master's crave
What looks to be tomato stains beneath her dress
He told her to lie and that she had made a mess
Some knew this would happen
If only their intuition wasn't left unsaid
Maybe the garden wouldn't have seen sin again
And the shame tomato stains bled
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
Tomatoes in a garden
No longer fresh or juicy, only left red
Filled with embarrassment and feeling as good as dead
In her prime
Yet far from tarnished beauty
Survived with hidden scars given to her so cruelly
This won't define her
She will overcome
The evil behind the sin that was done
Oh oh
Some knew this would happen
If only their intuition wasn't left unsaid
Maybe the garden wouldn't have seen sin again
And the shame tomato stains bled
Some knew this would happen
If only their intuition wasn't left unsaid
Maybe the garden wouldn't have seen sin again
And the shame
Tomato stains bled
Oh, oh
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
Ooh ooh oooh
Tomatoes in a garden
All red, juicy, and fresh
Most hang on high vines
But one's under the mesh
A young girl, she is a slave
Who unwillingly satisfied her master's crave
What looks to be tomato stains beneath her dress
He told her to lie and that she had made a mess
Some knew this would happen
If only their intuition wasn't left unsaid
Maybe the garden wouldn't have seen sin again
And the shame tomato stains bled
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
Tomatoes in a garden
No longer fresh or juicy, only left red
Filled with embarrassment and feeling as good as dead
In her prime
Yet far from tarnished beauty
Survived with hidden scars given to her so cruelly
This won't define her
She will overcome
The evil behind the sin that was done
Oh oh
Some knew this would happen
If only their intuition wasn't left unsaid
Maybe the garden wouldn't have seen sin again
And the shame tomato stains bled
Some knew this would happen
If only their intuition wasn't left unsaid
Maybe the garden wouldn't have seen sin again
And the shame
Tomato stains bled
Oh, oh
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
Tomato stains
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Writer(s): Serena Payne
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