| Creeping up the backstairs
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| Slinking into dark stalls
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| Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs
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| Furtive eyes peep out of holes
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| She has many guises
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| She’ll do what you want her to Playing dead and sweet submission
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| Cracks the whip deadpan on cue
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| Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo
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| Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo
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| Reeking like a pigsty
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| Peeling back and gagging free
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| Flaccid ego in your hand
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| Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?
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| She’s jeering at the shadows
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| Sneering behind a smile
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| Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
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| Into the face of the beguiled
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| Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo
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| Golly jeepers
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| Where’d you get those weepers?
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| Peepshow creature
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| Where did you get those eyes?
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| Strobe lights pump and flicker
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| Dry lips crack out for more
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| `Come bite on this rag doll, baby!
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| That’s right, now hit the floor'
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| They’re sneaking out the back door
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| She gets up from all fours
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| Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
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| Curdle into bitter tears
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| Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo
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| Golly jeepers
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| Where’d you get those weepers?
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| Peepshow creature
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| Where did you get those eyes?
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| Golly jeepers
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| Where’d you get those peepers?
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| Peepshow creature
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| Where did you get those eyes?
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| Golly jeepers
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| Where’d you get those weepers?
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| Peepshow creature
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| Where did you get those eyes? |