| Tell me, please, what little girls are made of
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| Sugar and spice and all things nice
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| But we can bleed for a whole week straight
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| Every month, and the pain doesn’t faze us
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| Do you really think we give a shit
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| About what you said
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| Or what you ever did?
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| Do what you want, but I’m not listening
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| Cause I’m not fucking about
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| You think you know what I can do
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| My virgin tongue, oh see how it fools you
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| Do you really think I give a shit
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| About anything you said
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| Or what you ever did?
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| Say what you want, but I’m not listening
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| Cause I’m not fucking about
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| Yeah you!
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| Haven’t you heard?
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| I let you off with murder
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| And I’ve been drinking again
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| It helps to blot you out
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| Cause if I stop to think
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| I swear I’ll lose it
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| Watch me cutting every string
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| One by one (one by one)
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| See me cut out all the rot
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| Bit by bit (bit by bit)
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| Watch me as I push you back
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| Inch by inch (inch by inch)
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| I push you back, boy
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| Inch by inch (back, boy)
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| (Inch by inch)
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| Yeah you!
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| Haven’t you heard?
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| I let you off with murder
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| And I’ve been drinking again
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| It helps to blot you out
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| Cause if I stop to think
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| I swear I’ll lose it
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| Tell me, please, what little girls are made of |