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Whatever makes you tick |
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Is what makes me crawl |
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Through the mud, the blood and the mammaries |
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And the worst of it all |
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What have you seen my past |
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You shouldn't see |
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Love me like each breath you use |
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And use me like you breathe |
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'Cause you make me feel |
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Like a zombie |
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Forever fall into pieces |
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All over your feet |
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Woe is me |
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I'm a zombie |
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You look bodacious |
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In that guillotine |
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The way you look right through me, girl |
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It sucks me down the street |
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And I pray for days |
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When we're quarantined and squirreled away |
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'Cause one-on-one with you |
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It's like wounded outlaws on the run |
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And you make me feel |
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Like a zombie |
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Forever fall into pieces |
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All over your feet |
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Woe is me |
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I'm a zombie |
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Forever falling like peanut brittle |
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All over your skin |
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You walk like a man |
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But you talk like a fool |
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You strut like a stallion |
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But you hump like a mule |
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You walk like a man |
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But you talk like a fool |
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You strut like a stallion |
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But you walk like a mule |
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You walk like a man |
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But you talk like a fool |
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You strut like a stallion |
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But you hulk like a mule |
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Well I'm a son of a gun |
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I'm the outcome of cum |
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The way I feel inside you, girl |
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I'm the bratwurst in your bun |
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And you make me feel |
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Like a zombie |
