The Interrogation - Connor - Nima Fakhrara

I am tryin' to remember. I was checkin' roun' the fact'ry. And I went into the basement, Down the stairs into the basement And I shine my light around here, In the corners and the ceiling, And I'm 'bout to check the washroom And my light, it kinda catches On this pile of rags in the middle of the room: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Do you know who this is, Mr Frank? Oh my God! It's the little girl I paid yesterday. She came up to my office. I ain't seen no pile o' rags there before, So I go over and I kick it, And I shine down my light and Lord, Lord, ain't no pile of rags at all: Who did it? Do you know who did it yet? This small white body With her tongue stickin' out, This pretty little child With her eyes wide open: Oh no. You don't think it was my night watch-man. Newt? Newt Lee? You think it was Newt? So I ran to the phone And I called Mr Frank, But the phone kep' ringin', So I called y'all to help me--- Mr Frank, he didn't answer: And that's all I can remember. Oh God! Oh my God! You think I - you think - that's absurd! It's preposterous. I didn't even know this child. I only remembered her name because she was in my office yesterday: 'Scuse me. Yes, ma'am? I'm hopin' you can he'p me. Yes, ma'am. Well, my daughter didn't come home las' night. Can I have your name please, ma'am?