| Say hello to the new boy, eveready supernatural spawn
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| Of class and glamour, oh the look in his eyes
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| Don’t he slay them with chic?
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| Now your whole world is in a frenzy
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| He comes in waves and you just turn to dust
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| He holds a one way ticket, it’s the stars or bust
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| And when I’m flyin', you’ll be cryin'
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| Soul Stripper
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| Just give up, I’ll only tease you
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| What makes you think I’d even look your way?
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| You’re just a little dot and I’m a star, baby
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| So now you ask your little girlfriends
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| Why do they hang around a bitch like me?
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| 'Cause you’re too much of a pussy to come out and see
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| Come out and play honey, any time
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| And when I’m flyin', you’ll be cryin'
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| Soul Stripper
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| Will it kill you pretty baby? |
| Abso-fuckin-lutely, yeah
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| Soul Stripper
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| So non-believers be gone,
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| The signs are true I’ve been chosen
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| Now the beast of the ball, is the queen of the brawl
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| The pied piper to tell…
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| There’s feathers falling from the ceiling
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| So many you have to crawl
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| I said it’s certain death
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| Using your last breath to say,
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| «I'm glad it was you, baby.» |