"He's a real cannibal," she goes.
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"I think I'll call him Roderigo."
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Dress him up in dark clothes, sell him away.
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Standing underneath her gun,
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"sit up straight or I'll hurt you."
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You know he's not her only son, just the strongest.
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Tied him down to her tree.
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Stayed fit to name him what he's gonna be.
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Tied him up with her rope.
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You know it stained her neck but it can't hold Roderigo
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"I'm the real animal," she goes.
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She wants to call me roderigo.
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Tie me down with all her ropes, until I can't breathe.
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She can't help but beat me down,
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into a brand new Roderigo.
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I'll slip away without a sound, into the air.
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Tied me down to her tree.
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Stayed fit to name me what I'm gonna be.
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Tied him up with her rope.
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You know it stained her neck but it can't hold Roderigo.
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Tied me down to her tree.
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Stayed fit to name me what I'm gonna be.
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Tied me up with her rope,
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You know it stained her neck but it can't hold Roderigo.
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Roderigo
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| Seven Mary Three |
