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Skinny little bitch, staring at the mirror |
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In your desperation you disappear |
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And you would be, oh, so dumb to fuck with me |
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'Cause baby, you're much too young to end up with me |
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Your bedroom walls are falling down |
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And everyone can see you now |
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Your bedroom walls, they sell for cheap |
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You lie, you lie alone, you lie alone |
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You never sleep, ah, you never sleep |
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Skinny little bitch, praying to the Lord |
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Praying for some salvation 'cause she's, oh, so bored |
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In my vile sex horror and my cheap drugs sell |
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Seeing all the things you'll never live to tell |
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And you will never see the light |
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I'm just obscure and out of spite |
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Just a nasty piece of work |
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Come on, come on, baby |
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Come on, baby, let it burn |
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Oh baby, does it hurt? |
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Born to foul creation |
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Born of sour milk, cocaine filth |
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You step your heel on broken glass |
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So I could kick your scrawny ass |
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And all the drugs and all the burns |
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What a nasty, what a nasty, nasty piece of work |
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Oh, baby does it hurt? |
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Oh, baby just go slower |
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Oh, baby just go lower |
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Skinny little bitch, skinny little bitch |
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Skinny little bitch, skinny little bitch |
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Skinny little bitch, skinny little bitch |
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Skinny little bitch, skinny little bitch |
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Skinny little bitch |
