| You’re bigger and stronger, better than het
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| I had a dream last night that I stabbed you to death
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| You’re charming and you’re bold, you make my blood run cold
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| You’re not who you say you are, something surely worse by far
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| I hope your score made par
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| You set me at ease, I don’t want to hear about your sex
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| in my dreams you’re stabbed in the neck.
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| Tetanus infection locking jaw
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| You cannot conceive what I saw
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| Just so, just so lusty, I want to stab you with something rusty
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| So let’s not talk about last night
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| You’re an all-poison sight
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| All I know is that it’s not fair
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| But you steal our precious air
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| and besides cheap talk it hurts my ears
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| I can feel you drawing near with just a wiggle of my nose
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| Giant robotic killer wasps
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| Decent upon your meaty frame
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| They only know to kill and maim.
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| I want to stab you with something rusty
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| I want to make you dead |