| She was smoking up all his cigarettes
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| And putting 'em out in his hands
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| She said that, «You think this hurts now, kid
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| Well, just wait until later, man»
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| This is fucking torture to me
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| It’s fucking torture
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| Nefarious, nefarious
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| And there’s nothing that could reach you
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| Oh, nefarious, nefarious
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| And there’s nothing that could reach you
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| What’s good, what’s not so good?
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| Sometimes it’s hard for her to tell
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| What’s good, what’s not so good?
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| Sometimes it’s hard
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| When she knows you so well
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| And when she knows you so well
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| And now your teeth are all red
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| And there’s a little bit about you
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| I don’t want to know, oh oh
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| And now your teeth are all red
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| There’s a little bit about you
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| I don’t want to know, oh oh
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| But when there’s something that wants this much to happen
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| There’s no need to be alarmed
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| But I’m not so sure if I want to get in that car
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| Because I caught you cheating
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| And caulking your chin
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| And now your teeth are all red
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| And there’s a little bit about you
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| I don’t want to know, oh oh
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| And now your teeth are all red
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| There’s a little bit about you
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| I don’t want to know, oh oh
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| Nefarious, nefarious
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| It’s enough to have to you meet you
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| Oh, nefarious, nefarious
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| And there’s nothing that could reach you
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| And you’re tearing me apart
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| Tearing me apart
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| It’s enough to have to meet you |