| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Pale eyes and some witch told me I can see all this
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| Go on, go on, get that ten-inch fist
|
| But them witches still screech like they really scared to watch
|
| White peach, hot gum, chalk grid, mint sun
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| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Pale eyes and some witch told me I can see all this
|
| Go on, go on, get that ten-inch fist
|
| But them witches still screech like they really scared to watch
|
| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Pale eyes and some witch told me I can see all this
|
| Go on, go on, get that ten-inch fist
|
| But them witches still screech like they really scared to watch
|
| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Pale eyes and some witch told me I can see all this
|
| Go on, go on, get that ten-inch fist
|
| But them witches still screech like they really scared to watch
|
| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Pale eyes and some witch told me I can see all this
|
| Go on, go on, get that ten-inch fist
|
| But them witches still screech like they really scared to watch
|
| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
|
| Pale eyes and some witch told me I can see all this
|
| Go on, go on, get that ten-inch fist
|
| But them witches still screech like they really scared to watch |