All the world’s your ashtray, I’m just your Marlboro.
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Light me up then butt me, you’re sick & beautiful.
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It’s Bamby meets Godzilla, a 3D free for all. Set me up then stomp me, you’re sick & beautiful.
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Squeeze me like your lemon, then mix with alcohol. Shake me hard then down me, you’re sick & beautiful.
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You’re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
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I need a quick fix, I’m flashing like an instamatic, crusted like a worn out penthouse, your junk is habitual, you’re sick & you’re beautiful.
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Bounce me hard & dunk me, I’m just your basketball. Lay me up then heave-ho, you’re sick & beautiful. Peel my bandage slowly, it’s psychological.
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You’re napalm with novocain, a kite in a hurricane.
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(chorus)
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Leave me in a ditch like roadkill, or maybe we could switch the driver. Have some mercy and Kevorkian me to sleep.
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You’re cockroach with cabernet, but taste like a Milky Way. You’re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
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SICK & BEAUTIFUL
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| Artificial Joy Club |
