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over the river climbing up the hill like a digital reproduction a frequency that kills women weep, dogs faint, the police beg but she won't stop that feeling going up and down their legs aches and pains i swear some women have fangs i'll help you count your scars tomorrow you spoke out loud when you should bite your lip now the joke's on you my friend and you can't get it fixed your zipper broke, she stole your socks, you lost your shirt she grabbed you by the nose and she rubbed it in the dirt over the river climbing up the hill like a digital reproduction a frequency that kills the big old dog just lost his bone so now he begs but she won't stop that feeling going up and down and up and down his leg |
