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Well, I clobbered you with hands so indescrete |
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March around like a soldier in defeat |
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I clobber mountains with my finger tips |
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While you're alone on top of kissing hip |
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Well I clobber you |
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And I clobber me |
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When I ought to meet |
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My heart would skip a beat |
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Skip a beat, skip a beat |
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Skip a beat, skip a beat |
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Well, I kill my times with films of blood and scorn |
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And little girls that grow up to be more |
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I clobber mountains with my finger tips |
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While you're alone on top of kissing hip |
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Well I clobber you |
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And I clobber me |
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When I ought to meet |
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My heart would skip a beat |
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Well, I clobber you |
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And I clobber me |
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I clobber you |
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And I clobber me |
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You clobber me, you clobber me |
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You clobber me, you clobber me |
