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Creeping up the backstairs |
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Slinking into dark stalls |
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Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs |
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Furtive eyes peep out of holes |
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She has many guises |
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She'll do what you want her to |
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Playing dead and sweet submission |
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Cracks the whip deadpan on cue |
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Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo |
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Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo |
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Reeking like a pigsty |
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Peeling back and gagging free |
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Flaccid ego in your hand |
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Chokes on dry tears, can you understand? |
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She's jeering at the shadows |
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Sneering behind a smile |
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Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker |
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Into the face of the beguiled |
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Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo |
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Golly jeepers |
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Where'd you get those peepers? |
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Peepshow, creepshow |
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Where did you get those eyes? |
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Strobe lights pump and flicker |
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Dry lips crack out for more |
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`come bite on this rag doll, baby! |
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That's right, now hit the floor' |
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They're sneaking out the back door |
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She gets up from all fours |
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Rhinestone fools and silver dollars |
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Curdle into bitter tears |
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Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo |
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Golly jeepers |
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Where'd you get those peepers? |
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Peepshow, creepshow |
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Where did you get those eyes? |