| Scarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hat
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| Sheba’s in the shadows waiting for her turn at bat
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| In the parlour where the lights are low
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| A vulture sister act, I watch their show
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| They’re trying to kill me, want to pick my bones
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| Methodically, erotically
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| I just want your body, Sheba
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| I don’t want your brain
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| Scarlet gets what’s left of my remains
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| I just want your body, Sheba
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| You lock me up in chains
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| Scarlet, she can referee the game
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| Scarlet likes to scold me, showers me with all her love
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| Sheba’s in a bad mood, sharpening her black fur glove
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| With blood and honey attitude
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| They’ll never know my gratitude
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| I’m crossed with longitude and latitude
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| Upon my back… with a crack
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| I just want your body, Sheba
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| I don’t want your brain
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| Scarlet gets what’s left of my remains
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| I just want your body, Sheba
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| You lock me up in chains
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| Scarlet, she can referee the game
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| I just want your body, Sheba
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| I don’t want your brain
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| Scarlet gets what’s left of my remains
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| I just want your body, Sheba
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| You lock me up in chains
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| Scarlet, she can referee the game |