| Susie, every alchemical fuck’s a Masachio exchange
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| Sex for desire, desire for obscenity and, ultimately, desire for pain
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| And I love you and I hate you and I remember the time that I mind-raped you
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| Never say repression unless you’re ready to mean it, baby
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| Candy cane sunrise refracted in your eyes
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| Candy cane sunrise refracted in your eyes
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| Through the valley of death with sea air
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| Flowers on your breath and in your hair, your hair
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| Somebody’s sugar daddy
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| (Hand in hand with a perfect tan)
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| Susie, every alchemical fuck’s a Masachio exchange
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| Sex for desire, desire for obscenity and, ultimately, desire for pain
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| And I love you and I hate you and I remember the time that I mind-raped you
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| Never say repression unless you’re ready to mean it, baby
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| Somebody’s sugar daddy
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| (Hand in hand a perfect tan)
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| You know you get so alone
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| Where the hell is that promise?
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| Where the hell is my world?
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| You know it gets so alone
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| Like snakes detecting infrared
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| Exuded by some juicy prey
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| Slip the girl a little dust
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| It makes her more receptive
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| Feel the serpent twisting up the spine is mine
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| Feel the serpent twisting up the spine
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| Somebody’s sugar daddy
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| (Hand in hand a perfect tan) |