Whooo... wheee!
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You there, comin' up the stair, the feelin' is ice-blue cold.
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Shake, it's more than I can take, I'm startin' to lose control.
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Watch out, what's that noise, there's somebody at the door.
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It must be Black Licorice, she come back to make me cry some more.
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Time, ain't on my side, I'm losin' it more each day.
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Licorice, licorice.
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She's got evil in her eyes, and catnip is her taste.
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Licorice, licorice.
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She wraps me up in her slender legs, her hot black skin to mine.
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Licorice, licorice.
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Ple... ple...please, don't touch me, oh, I know I'm dead this time.
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Oh, oh, yeah... Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice.
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Licorice, licorice.
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Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice.
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Licorice, licorice.
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Licorice, Black Licorice.
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Licorice, licorice.
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Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice.
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Licorice.
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Licorice.
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Licorice.
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Licorice.
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Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice.
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Licorice, licorice.
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Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice.
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Licorice, licorice.
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Licorice, licorice, Black Licorice.
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Licorice, licorice.
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Licorice, woah, Black Licorice.
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Black Licorice
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| Grand Funk Railroad |
