| 作曲 : Lipp, Mr. Lordi, PK Hell | |
| Now there was something about her | |
| She made the villagers smile | |
| How could anybody wanna hurt her | |
| And wanna make her mommy cry | |
| Angels high | |
| The devil now walks amongst manking | |
| Heavens high | |
| A lock of golden hair was all that's left behind | |
| She's outta sight | |
| Whatever happened to the little lady | |
| In the darkness she's forever waiting | |
| The light is gone but hope is never fading | |
| Where could she be - dear missing miss Charlene | |
| The playground is forsaken, cold and greying | |
| The silence muting all the nightbirds wailing | |
| These woods are heartless and there's no escaping | |
| Where could she be - dear missing miss Charlene | |
| A monster stole dear Charlene for good | |
| Taking pitchforks and torches | |
| Hunting down the one they will blame | |
| They are obsesses to see the smoking scorches | |
| Forgetting little miss Arcane | |
| These shady woods belie forbidden secrets | |
| The swings are moving by themself at sunset | |
| Her golden hair is tangled, skin is all wet | |
| Where could she be - dear missing miss Charlene | |
| There is something buried in my backyard | |
| The dogs are crazy, they are digging real hard | |
| If they dig enough they might go too far | |
| But she's not there, she and her golden hair | |
| No, she's not there | |
| A monster stole dear Charlene |
| zuo qu : Lipp, Mr. Lordi, PK Hell | |
| Now there was something about her | |
| She made the villagers smile | |
| How could anybody wanna hurt her | |
| And wanna make her mommy cry | |
| Angels high | |
| The devil now walks amongst manking | |
| Heavens high | |
| A lock of golden hair was all that' s left behind | |
| She' s outta sight | |
| Whatever happened to the little lady | |
| In the darkness she' s forever waiting | |
| The light is gone but hope is never fading | |
| Where could she be dear missing miss Charlene | |
| The playground is forsaken, cold and greying | |
| The silence muting all the nightbirds wailing | |
| These woods are heartless and there' s no escaping | |
| Where could she be dear missing miss Charlene | |
| A monster stole dear Charlene for good | |
| Taking pitchforks and torches | |
| Hunting down the one they will blame | |
| They are obsesses to see the smoking scorches | |
| Forgetting little miss Arcane | |
| These shady woods belie forbidden secrets | |
| The swings are moving by themself at sunset | |
| Her golden hair is tangled, skin is all wet | |
| Where could she be dear missing miss Charlene | |
| There is something buried in my backyard | |
| The dogs are crazy, they are digging real hard | |
| If they dig enough they might go too far | |
| But she' s not there, she and her golden hair | |
| No, she' s not there | |
| A monster stole dear Charlene |
| zuò qǔ : Lipp, Mr. Lordi, PK Hell | |
| Now there was something about her | |
| She made the villagers smile | |
| How could anybody wanna hurt her | |
| And wanna make her mommy cry | |
| Angels high | |
| The devil now walks amongst manking | |
| Heavens high | |
| A lock of golden hair was all that' s left behind | |
| She' s outta sight | |
| Whatever happened to the little lady | |
| In the darkness she' s forever waiting | |
| The light is gone but hope is never fading | |
| Where could she be dear missing miss Charlene | |
| The playground is forsaken, cold and greying | |
| The silence muting all the nightbirds wailing | |
| These woods are heartless and there' s no escaping | |
| Where could she be dear missing miss Charlene | |
| A monster stole dear Charlene for good | |
| Taking pitchforks and torches | |
| Hunting down the one they will blame | |
| They are obsesses to see the smoking scorches | |
| Forgetting little miss Arcane | |
| These shady woods belie forbidden secrets | |
| The swings are moving by themself at sunset | |
| Her golden hair is tangled, skin is all wet | |
| Where could she be dear missing miss Charlene | |
| There is something buried in my backyard | |
| The dogs are crazy, they are digging real hard | |
| If they dig enough they might go too far | |
| But she' s not there, she and her golden hair | |
| No, she' s not there | |
| A monster stole dear Charlene |
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