| I can feel her rapid waves
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| Dark and glittering sharp and shimmering
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| So pure, so damn pure
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| Dancing in the kitchen cooking up a snowstorm
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| Dancing in the kitchen cooking up a snowstorm
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| She was woven with cloud and glass
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| Eyes like crystals and frozen fire
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| She stole in dressed only in a bracelet
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| Scarlet lipstick as sweet as a raisin
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| So pure, so damn pure
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| Dancing in the kitchen cooking up a snowstorm
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| Lie to me Matilda, Li-li-ie to me
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| Lie to me Matilda, Li-li-lie to me
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| Cuz I’m no damn good
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| Lie to me Matilda, Li-li-lie to me
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| Lie to me Matilda, Li-li-li to me
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| Cuz I’m no damn good
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| Dancing in the Kitchen cooking up a snowstorm
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| I can feel the clock, tick-tock, tick-tock
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| In her room, ohh in her room
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| I can feel the clock, tick-tock, tick-tock
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| In her room, ohhh in her room
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| Dancing in the kitchen cooking up a snowstorm
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| Dancing in the kitchen cooking up a snowstorm
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| Dancing in the Kitchen cooking up a snowstorm
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| Dancing in the kitchen cooking up a snowstorm |