| Don’t look at me like that, eyes on the pavement
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| Walking but my legs are shaking
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| Hands off kid or you’ll wake up in my basement
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| And all of the feds have to break in
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| 'Cause I eat boys
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| Yeah, I get them gory
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| You can’t control me
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| 'Cause I wrote this story
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| Yeah, I eat boys and I get them bloody
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| You’ll never notice, I stayed home to study
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| So don’t look at me like that, eyes on the pavement
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| Now your legs are shaking
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| Hands off kid or you’ll wake up in my basement
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| And all the feds’ll have to break-in
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| And I planned this to begin with
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| So you won’t notice 'til I’m under your skin
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| I’ll eat you whole
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| Pull out your teeth and take your soul
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| Stir some blood into the punch bowl
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| 'Cause I eat boys
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| Yeah, I get them gory
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| You can’t control me
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| 'Cause I wrote this story
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| Yeah, I eat boys and I get them bloody
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| You’ll never notice, I stayed home to study
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| So don’t look at me like that, eyes on the pavement
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| Now your legs are shaking
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| Hands off kid or you’ll wake up in my basement
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| And all the feds’ll have to break-in |