| I want to know what makes you tick
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| I want to know what would make your sister sick
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| If she knew all the things that you’re into
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| I want to know what you fantasize
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| So dirty you think you have to lie
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| I want to be your white rabbit
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| Uncover every filthy habit
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| That’s only meant for your eyes
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| I want to know who you met last week
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| The one you tied down and wouldn’t let speak
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| You say you got real mean but you wrapped up clean
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| Some excuse for these bad, bad things
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| So bad that Sean Bonette wouldn’t dare sing
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| Or write about because it’d make his stomach turn
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| His eyes burn
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| His ring
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| His nose bleed
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| I want to know what makes your breathing loud
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| What makes your back sweat and your fingers wet
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| I want to know the things that won’t make your parents proud
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| I want to know what makes you cum
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| I want to know what make your legs go numb
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| And if you’re ashamed
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| Are you ashamed?
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| There’s always something to blame
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| There’s always something to blame
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| There’s always someone to blame
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| I only ask cuz I got nothing to blame
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| I got no one to blame |
| And I’m so ashamed |