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I got your skinny hips |
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Machine gun in the brain |
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Someone light the touch paper |
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You're napalm, crack cocaine |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
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Ooh |
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(You're a line, my wine) |
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I'm sitting on a stockpile |
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Someone light the fuse |
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I'll make a pretty fucking mess |
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When I rain down on you |
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I got your skinny hips |
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Machine gun in the brain |
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Someone light the touch paper |
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You're napalm, crack cocaine |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
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Ooh |
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(You're a line, my wine) |
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I run a million miles |
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I burn it in the dust |
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I got a double helix |
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We keep it between friends |
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Someone stole the other half |
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To drive me round the bend |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
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You lick the itch |
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You trip the switch |
