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I turn my back on my mother's milk |
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But I want it back, it was already spilt |
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I said get thee behind me, 'cause the devil is on my tail |
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So to speak, I said somebody's going to jail |
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Take my doll, put on her pretty clothes |
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Now don't you soil her dress |
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Now brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose |
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Now cover up your mess |
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Strip, baby, strip, 'cause your daddy is watching |
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Strip, baby, strip, Jon Benet |
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Strip, baby, strip, sure your mother knows nothing |
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Strip, baby, strip, on the nail |
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Someone said the doctor is my friend |
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For bruising is his cause |
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My soul to save, a smoking gun in bed |
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Behind closing doors |
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Strip, baby, strip, for the soul of your brother |
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Strip, baby, strip, for his wife |
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Strip, baby, strip, 'cause you know she's not willing |
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Strip, baby, strip, on the knife |
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I lost my doll, I put on my pretty clothes |
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No, I won't soil my dress |
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I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose |
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I cover up my mess |
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Strip, baby, strip, for the soul of you mother |
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Strip, baby, strip, for her life |
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Strip, baby, strip, 'cause you know you're worth nothing |
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Strip, baby, strip, on the knife |
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Strip, baby, strip, 'cause your daddy is watching |
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Strip, baby, strip, Jon Benet |
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Strip, baby, strip, sure your mother knows nothing |
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Strip, baby, strip, on the nail |