If you want to know how
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to fly high then go now
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to the place where all the concubines
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Meet and converse with them
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Marvel at their pale skin
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Wonder how they chew on their pointy
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teeth and hair are * beauty
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They know it's their duty
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to be countess in their hearts and their minds
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that have to whisper
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See in them a sister
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Look into their eyes and you'll BE in
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(Chorus)
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Transylvanian concubine
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You know what flows there like wine
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Sorrow is their master
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cackling with laughter
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Now, he's having just one piece of
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Cakey is their make up
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Catholics try to shake up
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all the things that form their lives, but they're
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dead, their sighs, their songs
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They know what they do is wrong
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Stay here with us it's just time
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Transylvanian concubine
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Candelabra's lighted
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Satan has been sighted
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Never has there been an evening like
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this is what they wanted
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always to feel hunted
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You can never be too rich or too
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thin, the blood has run out
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Fangs ruin any cute pout
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Morning has come now they've flown
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What have you learned from what has been shown?
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Transylvanian Concubine
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| Rasputina |
