I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
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she: lying through her teeth, him: on his back
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hands off this one, hands off! she cried
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grinning at me from hip to hip
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hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
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oooh yeah
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I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
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sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
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I love you! now me! I love you!
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laughter, laughter
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oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder
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oooh yeah
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shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby
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[ad infinitum]
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6" GOLD BLADE
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| The Birthday Party |
