And she saidAiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiAiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiAiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi
Would you like to be insideWould you like to know
SuspciousDead tiredDim bulbHeavyLids fallingForgottenMy callingBruised andBeaten
Hello little men from theStreets and the sewersHere's number three
Four monks claims the cevil him captiveIn a meter to
She's a weed eaterHe's a bottom feederThe things that she
Balls out, blow outAnd they're chicksI've got nine of them,
Your word transforms meYour word transforms meYour word transforms meYour
Tie me downDrag me downYou're the anchorAnd I'm the clownTie
You called me onceYou called me againTried once moreTo make
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