| You there, comin' up the stair, the feelin' is ice-blue cold.
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| Shake, it’s more than I can take, I’m startin' to lose control.
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| Watch out, what’s that noise, there’s somebody at the door.
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| It must be black licorice, she come back to make me cry some more.
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| Time, ain’t on my side, I’m losin' it more each day.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| She’s got evil in her eyes, and catnip is her taste.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| She wraps me up in her slender legs, her hot black skin to mine.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| Ple … ple… please, don’t touch me, oh, I know I’m dead this time.
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| Oh, oh, yeah … licorice, yeah, black licorice.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| Licorice, black licorice.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
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| Licorice.
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| Licorice.
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| Licorice.
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| Licorice.
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| Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| Licorice, licorice, black licorice.
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| Licorice, licorice.
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| Licorice, woah, black licorice. |