If Linda Blair was my Lolita, her head would spin.
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She would levitate, vomit green,
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beat a priest - what a teen!
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Dick Clark would grin.
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And foul things'd spurt without discretion
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from her tiny mouth.
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She'd say: Spank me, spank me, spank me DADDY!
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Mommy's in bandages 'n' smoking too,
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she doesn't like it when I tell her to.
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I don't know what's come over me.
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I'm not myself today,
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Linda's all the rage -
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the Devil's underage.
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Get that cross right out of there girl,
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You don't know where it's been.
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You're 13, underage, into bondage.
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It's just a phase.
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You're too young to sin,
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speak in tongues backwards in Latin.
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Let me hear you say:
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Spank me, spank me, spank me DADDY!
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Comin' downstairs just to piss on the rug,
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she's gonna get all my gnarly love.
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I don't know what's come over me.
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I'm not myself today,
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Linda's all the rage -
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The Devil's underage.
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The power of Christ compels you.
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Green Pea Soup
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| Alice Donut |
