| Yeah
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| Yeah, girl
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| Can you hear that? |
| It’s playing our song
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| Are you sleepy? |
| Take a nap
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| You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?
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| You hear the beat as it makes ya not want to go to sleep
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| I knock on Dakota’s door; |
| it’s locked, so I go to creep
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| 'Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep
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| But because I’m hungry, she smells like tacos, I wanna eat
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| Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so sweet
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| With sugar plums; |
| oh, look
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| Here comes Marshall, he’s on your street
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| He’s placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
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| Now walk on 'em; |
| he’s dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
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| Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
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| Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
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| Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams'
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| I guess a modern-day Jack the Ripper is all that I am
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| (My music box)
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| 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
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| (My music box)
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| But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me
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| (My music box)
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| Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me
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| (My music box, my music box)
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| So once you call, I come, I will answer
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| (My music box)
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| 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
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| (My music box)
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| I hear my music box playing a song for me
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| (My music box)
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| So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me?
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| (My music box, my music box)
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| And would you be my private little dancer?
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| I almost look comatose; |
| who wants to be sober? |
| Gross
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| I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose
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| Put coke up my nostrils in both my holes, then I plug my nose
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| My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know
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| I put on my mother’s makeup
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| , get naked and run around
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| Wavin' the gun around, I think I’m down to a hundred pounds
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| There’s thunder, I wonder how come it rains, but the sun is out?
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| The devil’s upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
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| I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?
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| Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
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| They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
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| Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? |
| It’s locked
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| I pick it and open it, but it’s stuffed full of human parts
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| I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts
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| It’s playing a song, so beautiful, and the room is dark
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| The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I’ll loom in the park
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| (My music box)
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| 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
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| (My music box)
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| But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me
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| (My music box)
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| Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me
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| (My music box, my music box)
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| So once you call, I come, I will answer
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| (My music box)
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| 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
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| (My music box)
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| I hear my music box playing a song for me
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| (My music box)
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| So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me?
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| (My music box, my music box)
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| And would you be my private little dancer?
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| I’m fixated on asphyxiatin' and breakin'
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| This little chick’s neck like a Pixy Stick
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| The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse whippings
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| I’m in the back, through the back door slippin'
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| Through the crack, leavin' the corpse drippin'
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| The mortician of love, sent from above
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| Forced entry, the more wenchy the more stingy I become
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| Been doing this for more than a quarter-century, I’m just numb
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| Am I dreaming, is it real? |
| Someone pinch me on the buns
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| The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
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| I’ve had enough of the chatter
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| Climb up to the window, look at her
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| Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her
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| With a bat; |
| a matter of fact, that will splatter her
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| But before I do that, I’ll have a chat to flatter her
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| Give her two compliments back to back, like «Tabitha
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| I’m your secret admirer, I’m back to ravish ya
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| So strong is your fight, but you’re no match for Dracula»
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| Prolonging her plight as I go back to stabbin' her
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| Dismember her limbs, simple as that: cadaver her
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| Zoom in with the lens, then pan back the camera
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| Stand back, 'cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
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| (My music box)
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| 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
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| (My music box)
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| But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me
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| (My music box)
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| Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me
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| (My music box, my music box)
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| So once you call, I come, I will answer
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| (My music box)
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| 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
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| (My music box)
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| I hear my music box playing a song for me
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| (My music box)
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| So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me?
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| (My music box, my music box)
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| And would you be my private little dancer? |