Gaze in these black eyes, longing for your bite
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Please don't go my love no not yet
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Red lipstick goes real nice with wine
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With your poison, hypnotize
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As I croon into my elvis-55
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So stay with me, my scream queen
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And suck the skin off those bones
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Until theyr'e polished off all white n clean...
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Such Supple lips that taste like Mace
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May I have a bite of your face?...
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Well Look at you, Such a soft nice tongue, and Green Eyes, Oh I Think I'll
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Keep Them...
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1, 2, 3 or 4? Would You Like Anymore?
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Blood Stained Fingers Up Inside... you
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One last kiss-
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Lemme be the last set of lips
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That you taste-
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You know that your'e diggin on this rape
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All I want is to see, you beg n pleed on your knees
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Such good times, passion crimes that make us laugh to see you die
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So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound it's not the wind
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This new jersey knife wielding greaser gangs coming for your skin
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You look tough-even with my knife in your throat
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You talk loud-even though you're chokin on blood now
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Could it be?-youre not as tough as case like me
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I'll have a good time-on this night I'll sip my drink and watch you die!
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So When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers
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These new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure it's the last
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And all I see, is your fingers grabbing me
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My god are you still alive?
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Let the forceps go to work
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I get off on hearing you cry
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Knives please, No Gurls None in this world
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Unless it's the kind I can reach inside!
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So Take Good Care, Running Scared
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TCB Kid you're DOA!
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So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound you best be scared
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And When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers
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These new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure it's the last
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Murder For Hire
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| Mr. Mister |
