All the world¡¯s your ashtray, I¡¯m just your Marlboro.
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Light me up then butt me, you¡¯re sick & beautiful.
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It¡¯s Bamby meets Godzilla, a 3D free for all. Set me up then stomp me, you¡¯re sick & beautiful.
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Squeeze me like your lemon, then mix with alcohol. Shake me hard then down me, you¡¯re sick & beautiful.
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You¡¯re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
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I need a quick fix, I¡¯m flashing like an instamatic, crusted like a worn out penthouse, your junk is habitual, you¡¯re sick & you¡¯re beautiful.
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Bounce me hard & dunk me, I¡¯m just your basketball. Lay me up then heave-ho, you¡¯re sick & beautiful. Peel my bandage slowly, it¡¯s psychological.
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You¡¯re napalm with novocain, a kite in a hurricane.
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Leave me in a ditch like roadkill, or maybe we could switch the driver. Have some mercy and Kevorkian me to sleep.
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You¡¯re cockroach with cabernet, but taste like a Milky Way. You¡¯re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
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SICK & BEAUTIFUL
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| Artificial Joy Club |
