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You're in rapture my dear |
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If you ever come near |
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Hell's belt with a frown |
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Turn your town upside down |
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And here's a little with youth |
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Silly coy and uncouth |
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I will settle you down |
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When your menace surrounds |
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From serene to the sick |
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Many coils that stick |
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To all our leather boots |
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Rattled with fickled truth |
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And I am tired of your mouth |
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When you're talking about |
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The injustice of speech |
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On a bus to the beach |
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The heat up here's divided time |
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With earthly men on concubine |
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And circles strangled clever girls |
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Who dress up in their mother's pearls |
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I remember you still |
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Yellow fangs and sick pills |
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Sucking on your own blood |
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Calling cards to crack up |
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In a forest with beasts |
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Our old lady found peace |
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Grabbed its tail with her teeth |
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And drove her son into the sea |
