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She screams sweet hell
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In her old white nightie
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With rips and tears she's too aware
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See through big black bombs
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That explode on chickens
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All the while she thickens
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From
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Cracks in the mortar
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Cracks in the mortal
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Babys got ruby jewel lashes
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That'll whip your spine
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I see you grew into
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That stiff gray suit they've sewn for you
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Scrub you clean
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Now you forget what you mean
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Wimpworm completely thick
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Its you who makes me sick
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With a great old brick and mortar
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Cracks in the mortar
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Cracks in the mortal
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Cracks in the mortar
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Babys got ruby jewel lashes
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That'll whip your spine
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Every time she blinks
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Makes me sink into ruby
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Ruby* Ruby jewel lashes
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So I put on my best sunday dress
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And I waltz straight into this mess of mine* Posing as a guest
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Or something much less
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Than a crazy old doll in a crazy old dress
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Cracks in the mortar
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Cracks in the mortal
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Cracks in the mortar
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Babys got ruby jewel lashes
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That'll whip your spine
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Well the thin moon sugar
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It shines like a wino
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The thin moon sugar it shines like a wino for me
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Lashes
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| Babes In Toyland |
