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Spit on your head and lead me inside |
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Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide |
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Sow, mare, bitch, vixen, |
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I've always had a thing for dangerous women. |
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One more line and an audience will clap in their head |
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Removing the animal hide that covers your bed |
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With a classroom compass I can now say I've been kissed |
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across my pale body clenched in her fist |
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Sow, mare, bitch, vixen, |
| [01:41.97] |
I've always had a thing for dangerous women. |
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Button on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard |
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Zip up your boots, I'll be in the yard |
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The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings |
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I tell her I'm with someone, she laughs, says 'no strings' |
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Sow, mare, bitch, vixen, |
| [02:41.70] |
I've always had a thing for dangerous women. |
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It's easy to remember and hard to forget |
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For the dust of reflection has not settled yet |
