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A delicate course served well |
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From the menu |
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I wouldn't tell |
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As the intimate whispers dwell |
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And the grease flows |
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Now turn your back, please |
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Feed now, a blink, an inch of self esteem |
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Applause rounds off, within minutes you swoon |
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As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss |
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As you feed the wolves |
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I barely understand |
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The third course starts to smell |
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From the ,emu it makes no sense |
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As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss |
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As you feed the wolves |
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I barely understand |
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As you feed the wolves |
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I barely understand |
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Now you fed the woles and |
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I scratch my feverish flesh |
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As the intimate whispers dwell |
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And the grease flows |
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Now turn your back, please |
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As the intimate whispers dwell |
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And the grease flows |
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Now turn your back, please |
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The last course infects me well |
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From the menu |
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I now can tell |
