<i>[Little girls, of about six or seven, were asked what do they like to do. And then sometime later the same question asked in a slightly different form; they were asked what do little girls like to do. ]</i>
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I've got 54321,
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I've got a red pair of high-heels on,
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Tumble me over, it doesn't take much,
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Tumble me over, tumble me, push.
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In my red high-heels I've no control,
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The rituals of repression are so old,
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You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal,
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I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival.
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I've got 54321,
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Come on my love, I know you're strong,
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Push me hard, make me stagger,
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The pain in my back just doesn't matter.
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You force-hold me above the ground,
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I can't get away, my feet are bound,
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So I'm bound to say,
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That I'm bound to stay.
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Well today I look so good,
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Just like I know I should,
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My breasts to tempt inside my bra,
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My face is painted like a movie star,
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I've studied my flaws in your reflection
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And put them to rights with savage correction,
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I've turned my statuesque perfection
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And shone it over in your direction.
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So come on darling, make me yours,
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Trip me over, show me the floor,
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Tease me, tease me, make me stay,
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In my red high-heels I can't get away.
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I'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird
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But I bleed without dying and won't say a word.
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Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar,
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Put me into gear like your lady car,
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Drive me fast and crash me crazy,
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I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy.
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These wouds leave furrows as they heal,
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I've travelled them, they're red and real,
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I know them well, they're part of me,
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My birth, my sex, my history,
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They grew with me, my closest friend,
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My pain's my own, my pain's my end.
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Clip my wings so you know where I am.
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I can't get lost while you're my man.
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Tame me so I know your call,
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I've stabbed my heels so I am tall,
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I've bound my twisted falling fall,
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Beautiful mute against the wall,
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Beautifully mutilated as I fall.
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Use me don't lose me.
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I've got 54321,
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I've got a red pair of high-heels on.
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Strap my ankles, break my heels,
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Make me kneel, make me feel.
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Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll,
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Put in your key and give me a whirl.
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Tease me, tease me, the reason to play,
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In my red high-heels I can't get away.
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I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai,
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Your black-eye bonsai, erotically rotting.
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Will my tiny feet fit your desire?
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Warped and tied I walk on fire.
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Burn me out, twist my wrists,
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I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists.
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Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel,
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In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill.
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Tease me, tease me, make me see,
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You're the only one, I need to be me.
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Thankyou, will you take me?
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Thankyou, will you make me?
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Thankyou, will you break me?
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Use me don't lose me,
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Taste me, don't waste me.
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Use, lose, taste, waste.
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Bata Motel
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Crass |