| SNAKES
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| M.Pellegrini
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| HE’s a hooker
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| showered, quiffed, deodorised
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| she’s a player
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| here to make the temperature rise
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| peroxided hair and gelatinous lips
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| looking down at you
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| like you’ve never seen those hips
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| He thinks he can hear her bones rolling in her flesh
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| she thinks she can already see him undressed
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| Her heavy lidded, him slack jawed
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| her drama playing, him ready to roar
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| who’s the pimp and who’s the whore?
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| who’s the rider and whose the horse?
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| who’s gonna throw loaded dices and who’s gonna win the lowest price?
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| eeny, myni, moe
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| catch a snake on the dancefloor
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| If it hollers let it bite
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| with those slicked hair and those frosted eyes
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| In here winey bro'
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| plucked the chicken by the door
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| if the feathers fit the cap
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| let it wear it for a while
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| It’s all about the dices you choose to throw
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| it’s all about you there at the crossroads
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| and your heart might be made of gold
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| creepy, crowny, doe
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| catches buggers on the dashboard
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| with a few dollars you may hide
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| those fake lips and those empty eyes
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| Indeed stupid hoes |
| needs the tiger to suck their toes
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| with a dog collar «it's all mine»
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| tightly fastened by the tie
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| It’s all about the price you choose to coast
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| it’s all about you playing at the crossroads
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| tough you heart was made of gold
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| eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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| twiny, tatty, tiny roads
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| flirty, fury, furry dolls
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| quirky, crawly, crowny frogs |