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These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue, |
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I paint them lavender, turn a tattoo into bruise |
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She says I'm mediocre and I guess that's very true |
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She wants to chastise me for things I did not do |
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You go girl! |
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Help me, I'm burning, |
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Help me, I'm turning, |
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Help me, I'm burning up! |
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These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue, |
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I paint them cherry red, turn a tattoo into bruise |
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You go girl! |
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Help me, I'm burning, |
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Help me, I'm turning, |
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Help me, I'm burning up! |
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Cream corn, cream corn in my ear |
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The slum of hatred I can't hear |
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They look at me all stuffed with death |
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And burn me with their scented breath |
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Cream corn, cream corn, made me freak |
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Sewed my lips so I can't speak |
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Tell me that I cannot hate |
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Hate pretty baby I cannot relate |
