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I'd like to take I like to feel wanted
Taken up and take them tall
I like to make a lot of generate the one eyed mouse
Build 'em up and let 'em fall
Just lay 'em on and leave the linen tight
Taken up and take them tall
Generate, lay them flat like monkey man
Leave 'em built, right, stand 'em tie them down
It's like sin

Boris likes a lot of little things to kick
Mix every single one that he could ever need
Boris feed
Let friend, spoon, friend, stone, lie
Let's make/take, let's feel wanted
Taken up and take 'em tall
My shake, mines monkey paddle
Boris knows and Boris likes it all
It's like sin

It's a killer she's a killer maker
It reaches in and takes, from the back of your mind
I'm not awake still alive
20 bucks has the back and see the lines
I got a small, got what they call the lack
A lack o' halfway cooked, bullets on my own
I say I can't but I really mean I won't
In their arm, or maybe up a nole
I see it all
See Boris has way of seein through my eyes
He touches in a fashion, a master of mime
Manipulatin me my arms and legs and spine
He's got you pawed
I'm sinkin told you wait, like a straight on Jew
Let 'em hum
I'd like to take I like to feel wanted   Taken up and take them tall   I like to make a lot of generate the one eyed mouse   Build 'em up and let 'em fall   Just lay 'em on and leave the linen tight   Taken up and take them tall   Generate, lay them flat like monkey man   Leave 'em built, right, stand 'em tie them down   It's like sin      Boris likes a lot of little things to kick   Mix every single one that he could ever need   Boris feed   Let friend, spoon, friend, stone, lie   Let's make/take, let's feel wanted   Taken up and take 'em tall   My shake, mines monkey paddle   Boris knows and Boris likes it all   It's like sin      It's a killer she's a killer maker   It reaches in and takes, from the back of your mind   I'm not awake still alive   20 bucks has the back and see the lines   I got a small, got what they call the lack   A lack o' halfway cooked, bullets on my own   I say I can't but I really mean I won't   In their arm, or maybe up a nole   I see it all   See Boris has way of seein through my eyes   He touches in a fashion, a master of mime   Manipulatin me my arms and legs and spine   He's got you pawed   I'm sinkin told you wait, like a straight on Jew   Let 'em hum