It's the way that your kiss condemns me
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It makes me feel like I'm in Guantanamo
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Iodine where your fingertips tore me
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You treated me like a feral animal
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Poor Percy rotting in the Amazon
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A doomed man lost in limbo
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Has a better chance in Hell than I do
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Of keeping cool
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Too uncouth for you
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From the udder to the mouth
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We're all biding our time
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From the uterus to the ground
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And our hearts are cunning
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(Like a lizard in the sun)
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When they want something
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(Like poison, pink wonton)
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Throw you under a bus
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Grind your teeth to dust
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You hide in the dark
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And you suck your thumb
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I shave my head as you bury all your baggage
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In the bed of another dumb cock-smith
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I don't sleep just to dull my memories
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Of how you love like an overseer's horsewhip
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Waterboard me with "Call Me Maybe"
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Looping on an endless repeat
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Ain't got nothing on the kiss you gave me
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So cruel so sweet
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Too uncouth for you
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From the udder to the mouth
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We're all biding our time
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From the uterus to the ground
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And our hearts are cunning
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(Like a lizard in the sun)
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When they want something
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(Like poison, pink wonton)
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Throw you under a bus
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Grind your teeth to dust
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You hide in the dark and you suck your
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(Bang, Bang, Pow)
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(Bang, you're dead)
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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(Pink Wonton)
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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Ooh, what's your popo making?
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And our hearts are cunning
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(Like a lizard in the sun)
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When they want something
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(Like poison, Pink Wonton)
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And our hearts are cunning
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(Way easier, in the sun)
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Throw you under a bus
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Grind your teeth to dust
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You hide in the dark and you suck your thumb
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Pink Wonton
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Man Man |