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Yo, yeah girl, |
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Can you hear that? It's playing our song.. |
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Are you sleepy? Take a nap.. |
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You're not afraid of the dark? Are you.? |
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You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep |
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I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to creep |
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round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep |
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But because I'm hungry she smells like tacos I wanna eat |
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Visions of hot chocolatey marshmallows all so sweet |
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With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall he's on your street |
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He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet |
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Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek |
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Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham |
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Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam |
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Flavor my favorite graham crackers with John Bennet Rams |
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I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am |
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Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) |
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But I can hear my luck keep calling me (My music box) |
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When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) |
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So when you callin me, I will answer (My music box) |
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Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) |
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I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) |
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So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) |
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You will always be my private dancer (My music box) |
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I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross |
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I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose |
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Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose |
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My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know |
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I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around |
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Wavin' the gun around, I think I’m down to a hundred pounds |
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There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out |
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The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out |
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I must be buggin' the f-ck out, but what the f-ck about? |
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Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house |
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They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box |
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Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked |
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I pick it and open it but it’s stuffed full of human parts |
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I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts |
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Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark |
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The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park |
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Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) |
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But I can hear my luck keep calling me (My music box) |
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When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) |
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So when you callin me, I will answer (My music box) |
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Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) |
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But I can hear my luck keep calling me (My music box) |
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When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) |
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You will always be my private dancer (My music box) |
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I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's |
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Neck like a pixie stick |
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The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins, |
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I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in |
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Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin' |
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The mortician of love, sent from above, |
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forced and treat em all |
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stingy I've become |
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Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb |
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Am I dreamin', is it real Someone pinch me on the buns |
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The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder |
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I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her |
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then climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her |
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with the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her |
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But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her |
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Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha |
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I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya |
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So strong is your fight, but your no match for Dracula |
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Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her |
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Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her |
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Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera |
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Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela |
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Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) |
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But I can hear my luck keep calling me (My music box) |
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When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) |
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So when you callin me, I will answer (My music box) |
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Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) |
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But I can hear my luck keep calling me (My music box) |
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When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) |
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You will always be my private dancer (My music box) |
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