Whatever makes you tick
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Is what makes me crawl
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Through the mud, the blood and the mammaries
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And the worst of it all
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What have you seen my past
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You shouldn't see
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Love me like each breath you use
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And use me like you breathe
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'Cause you make me feel
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Like a zombie
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Forever fall into pieces
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All over your feet
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Woe is me
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I'm a zombie
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You look bodacious
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In that guillotine
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The way you look right through me, girl
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It sucks me down the street
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And I pray for days
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When we're quarantined and squirreled away
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'Cause one-on-one with you
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It's like wounded outlaws on the run
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And you make me feel
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Like a zombie
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Forever fall into pieces
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All over your feet
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Woe is me
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I'm a zombie
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Forever falling like peanut brittle
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All over your skin
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You walk like a man
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But you talk like a fool
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You strut like a stallion
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But you hump like a mule
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You walk like a man
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But you talk like a fool
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You strut like a stallion
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But you walk like a mule
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You walk like a man
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But you talk like a fool
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You strut like a stallion
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But you hulk like a mule
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Well I'm a son of a gun
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I'm the outcome of cum
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The way I feel inside you, girl
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I'm the bratwurst in your bun
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And you make me feel
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Like a zombie
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Big Trouble
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Man Man |