(Beating heart, baby)
Baby, is this love for real?
(Beating heart, baby)
Let
You strangle people with a piercing stare
I can't believe I
You'll never catch a penny-pinchin' liar off guard
You can't escape
She's got the anger of a suffragette but she's crying
Here's a story for the jokers
Who can't face the
You wanna pop pop pop
You wanna click click click
You wanna
She want a medal for the things you've done
Well prizes
You scream louder than fiction
And you get down on your
Teen runaway, youth depraved
Your time is almost here
Shimmies and shakes,
This is television
Late night television
Scripted with precision
A corner store
I drove a tank in on the left
I hid a
She told me all the things she knew
You give her
Speaking of heaven, she looked lika a god on earth
It
There's a suicidal taliban,
been tattling on the cusp
Egyptian Musk, Egyptian
I got a question
Let me ashe you, can you explain
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