The strength of my fidelity to your filth is proportional
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Come back forever and in joy, and in sorrow we will be together
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If my charms satiate you before the time
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I'll compose a machine-gun line here-yes-yes-yes-yes
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I will sing a song of fierce revenge
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I am your buttercup
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Time tick tick
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Coming soon - chik-chik
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There will be a smack-smack
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Shundy shap-shp!
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You're bad, you're bad - and I'm even worse
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You're bad - just exactly as bad as I need
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I'm bad - exactly as bad as you like
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And when you return, you will make me even worse
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I'm waiting for you dressed up every evening - this is love
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I bake you ochpochmaki with the meat of your enemies
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I fluff up your featherbed from down and dust
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I'll wipe my face on a bristle - to the blood, to the verse
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Well, where are you, where are you, where are you from start to finish?
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Well, where are you where are you - lost the key to the castle
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Well, where are you, where are you - feelings get cold, tea gets cold
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Koyash is getting cold, җәy is getting cold
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Slippers and threshold get cold
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The body gets cold
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Folders with your case freeze
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Kafka freezes between the lines
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Hell's kettle is getting cold
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The dome of paradise freezes
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But I'm waiting for you dressed up like an angel
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I look at the ceiling, like you, my falcon
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You're bad, you're bad - and I'm even worse
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You're bad - just exactly as bad as I need
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I'm bad, exactly as bad as you like
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and when you return, you will aggravate me even more
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I'm waiting for you dressed up every evening - this is love
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I bake you ochpochmaki with the meat of your enemies
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I fluff up your featherbed from down and dust
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I'll wipe my face on a bristle - to the blood, to the verse
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Well, where are you, where are you, where are you from start to finish?
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Well, where are you where are you - lost the key to the castle
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Well, where are you, where are you - feelings get cold, tea gets cold
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Koyash is getting cold, җәy is getting cold
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Slippers and threshold get cold
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The body gets cold
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Folders with your case freeze
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Kafka freezes between the lines
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Hell's kettle is getting cold
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The dome of paradise freezes
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But I'm waiting for you dressed up like an angel
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I look at the ceiling, how are you, my falcon? |