Every day gets worse,
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Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse
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You must wonder why I look at you that way (In any way)
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Tonight i'll make my way into your house
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I must; I'm lusting for your body
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Skin looks tight, think I just might have
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To take a bite, but I know one will turn
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To three or four or more, my little whore
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Tonight, tonight
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She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?)
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Bobbysoxer so pure, so young
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(By morning her soul will be gone, gone.)
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I did a beautiful thing,
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Relax baby, that's a good girl
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You're like my work of art
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I can control, I can contort any
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Position that I wish,
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I make my fantasy reality
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Hold still, it will be over soon
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Tonight, tonight
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She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?)
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Bobbysoxer so pure, so young
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(By morning her soul will be gone, gone, gone, gone.)
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I blend with the walls so I won't be seen
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My love, you smell so....................
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I took one good look,
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And then followed you home
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Tonight, tonight
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She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?)
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Bobbysoxer so pure, so young
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(By morning her soul will be gone)
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...And We All Have A Hell
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| From First To Last |
