| You want sex with a rubber doll?
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| Baby, I don’t agree with that at all!
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| Sex Bomb Annie, that’s her name
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| With her you like to play your dirty little games
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| Her mouth wide open, always ready for more
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| Doesn’t close her legs, that inflatable whore!
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| It’s a love bazaar with a rubber bitch
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| Don’t make me compete with that plastic witch!
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| Death to the Doll! |
| (x2)
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| You can never use me for your fantasy
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| Manage’trois with my enemy!
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| You better take her with you one Thanksgiving Day
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| So she can meet your folk in her neglige
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| You take her out to dinner so your friends can see
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| Now everybody’s pointing fingers at me!
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| You even take her shopping, and on a double-date
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| She’s always quiet, and she never complains!
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| Death to the Doll! |
| (x2)
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| I’ve made up my mind: it’s gotta stop!
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| A stab of a needle’s gonna make her go POP!
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| That’ll be the end of your love affair
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| With Sex Bomb Annie and her plastic derrire
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| Death to the Doll! |
| (x2) |