(You know, you go home and have a couple of shooters, and I don't know what the fuck happens, but when you come back, you're not the same lady!)
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Hey there, I think I know you
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What was it you're contending to do?
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That's right, manipulate everyone
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Around you, you demon, you're overdue.
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Whoa yeah!
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Try to slit your hand
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With a brown, blunt block of wood
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Upgrade it to a grater, still won't do no good
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C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you
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And since we're here you might as well cut me too!
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Warm, like an acid flashback,
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It all came back to me
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Slipped to drop and hit you, one second later
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I think I OD'd
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Oh, yes indeed!
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Try to slit your hand
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With a brown, blunt block of wood
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Upgrade it to a grater, still won't do no good
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C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you
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And since we're here you might as well kill me too!
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(Miss Suicide!)
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Let me get the door for you
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Let me love you black and blue
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It's the least that I can do!
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(Miss Suicide!)
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Show me the way to go
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To the floor way down below
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It's just a trifle hunch
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That I'll beat you to the punch!
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[Solos]
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Yeeeaaaaaaaoooooowww!
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(Miss Suicide!)
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Let me get the door for you
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Let me love you black and blue
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It's the least that I can do!
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(Miss Suicide!)
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Show me the way to go
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To the floor way down below
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It's just a trifle hunch
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That I'll beat you to the punch!
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Yeah!
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Pussyfoot Miss Suicide
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| Children Of Bodom |
