| I wanna sing a song and make her feel crazy
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| Make her forget she always forgets me
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| Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
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| And I’m a low bottom bottle fed baby
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| Yeah hatchet wound is driving me crazy
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| And a hatchet wound does truly amaze me
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| Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
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| And I’m a low bottom bottle fed baby
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| You know a hatchet’s such a seasoned opponent
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| Can’t wait to get the scars to show it
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| Gimme a chance and I’ll blow it
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| But this one’s for the dead bands that know it
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| Yeah, hatchet wound is driving me crazy
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| And a hatchet wound does truly amaze me
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| Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
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| And let me tell you nothing but a hatchet can save me
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| Please don’t look in my eyes
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| Don’t want you to see the sorrow
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| Nope I don’t want you tonight
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| If I can’t have you tomorrow
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| I wanna sing a song and make her feel crazy
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| Make her forget she always forgets me
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| Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
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| And I’m a low bottom bottle fed baby
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… |