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Just like a miracle |
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In chains and clearasil |
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Stands the woman of my dream |
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And just thirteen |
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Bo-peep erotica |
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My sweet Demonica |
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The devil's in her jeans |
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Demonica My sweet |
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Demonica Was all |
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I'd wanted for |
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Since the time that she could crawl |
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Now don't we all for |
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Those lips like cherry bombs we killed her dad and mom |
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I hear the siren's call |
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Write true love's number on the wall |
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The devil take them all |
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My sweet demonica was just the tonic for walking dead throughout the day |
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She'd make them pay for non-stop erotica |
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My sweet demonica |
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That's why |
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I call her name |
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I know she's waiting there for me |
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If I ever go free |
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My sweet Demonica |
