| Skinny little bitch, staring at the mirror
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| In your desperation to disappear
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| And you would be oh, so dumb to fuck with me
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| 'Cause, baby, you’re much too young to end up with me
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| Your bedroom walls are falling down
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| And everyone can see you now
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| Your bedroom walls, they sell for cheap
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| You lie, you lie alone
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| You lie alone, you never sleep
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| You never sleep
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| Skinny little bitch, praying to the Lord
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| Praying for some salvation 'cause she’s oh so bored
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| In my vile sex horror and my cheap drugs hell
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| And all the things you’ll never live to tell
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| And you will never see the light
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| I’ll just obscure it out of spite
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| Just a nasty piece of work
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| Come on, come on, baby
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| Come on, baby, let it burn
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| Oh baby, does it hurt?
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| Born of foul creation
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| Born of sour milk, cocaine filth
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| You staggered here on broken glass
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| So I could kick your scrawny ass
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| All the drugs and all the burns
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| What a nasty, what a nasty, nasty piece of work
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| Oh baby, does it hurt?
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| Oh baby, just go slower
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| Oh baby, just go lower
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch
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| Skinny little bitch |