| One two, one two, one two titty
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| I know every nook and cranny in New York City
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| We’re Ciccone and that’s enough
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| I’m the Royal Tuff Titty and you gotta taste my love
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| Taste my love
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| Come on everybody and rock with me
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| I am the one on the christmas tree
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| Now working at the word like a moving storm
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| Now walking up the stairs and cookin' up the (board?)
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| Trippin' everywhere I don’t fucking care
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| Put on some dark eyes and waving goodbye
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| Ciccone
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| Oh I’m just so down
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| Yeah
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| I know
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| Gene Simmons is another mother
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| We’re ciccone
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| We’re ciccone
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| We’re ciccone
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| We’re ciccone
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| Gotta balance that’s jealous that summer on crack made me
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| Like a house of the ghetto
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| Saying all is one and one is two too many
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| London, fuck, you’re pissing me off
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| Hollywood amerika-ka-ka
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| Won’t you please let me rock you
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| I’m just a boy with not much to do
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| Everybody says there’s a cup from above
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| You gotta scream, taste my love
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| Taste my love
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| Ci ci ci cici ci ci ci ciconne
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| Ci ci ci ci ci ciccone
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| Ci ci ci ci ciccone
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| Yeah we’re ciccone |