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Strengthless with the arms of a woman |
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I'm scared in a country that's measured by men |
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And the listing and the pulling of girls |
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Makes a clean scrape of ego and arrogant dead |
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Hide me down me to tiny living slip sister's new doll house |
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And raise up a home you'll miss me that's certain |
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My devil's at the curtain |
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Bless me take me churching to river as head cuts the water |
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I'm small God shrieks, like a femme when he spots me |
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I'm crazy black beetle ignoring them all |
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Got away with the crown of God |
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I'll set up scenes of bodies bent for me |
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And if it's not true then I'll pray to you |
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I'll start the praying see wait and see |
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More and more it's a sexy war I'm a man I'm a weakfish and pure unrest |
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Urgent news rings from Europe the gloating winners |
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Soured of a crease through his face folds him |
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Rabbit bag handsome |
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Things I want I'll do I know I'm small |
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I get away with the big ones |