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She screams sweet hell |
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In her old white nightie |
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With rips and tears she's too aware |
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See through big black bombs |
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That explode on chickens |
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All the while she thickens |
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From |
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Cracks in the mortar |
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Cracks in the mortal |
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Baby's got ruby jewel lashes |
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That'll whip your spine |
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I see you grew into |
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That stiff gray suit they've sewn for you |
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Scrub you clean |
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Now you forget what you mean |
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Wimpworm completely thick |
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Its you who makes me sick |
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With a great old brick and mortar |
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Cracks in the mortar |
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Cracks in the mortal |
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Cracks in the mortar |
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Babys got ruby jewel lashes |
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That'll whip your spine |
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Every time she blinks |
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Makes me sink into ruby |
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Ruby* Ruby jewel lashes |
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So I put on my best sunday dress |
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And I waltz straight into this mess of mine* Posing as a guest |
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Or something much less |
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Than a crazy old doll in a crazy old dress |
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Cracks in the mortar |
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Cracks in the mortal |
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Cracks in the mortar |
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Babys got ruby jewel lashes |
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That'll whip your spine |
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Well the thin moon sugar |
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It shines like a wind |
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The thin moon sugar it shines like a wind for me |
