| Raw doggin' at the raw bar
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| Saw that pretty face from afar
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| Bait our hooks with poison tongues
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| Then our dark work shall be done
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| Baby, there’s surprise sex all over this joint
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| We’d get your consent, but what’s the point?!
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| Even though she’s a bit under par
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| We’ll still go raw doggin' at the raw bar
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| Oh my — oysters, scallops, and clams
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| Then it’s Wham! |
| Bam! |
| Thank you, ma’am!
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| Time to nosh on more sea creatures
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| Right after we sample all your sexy features
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| That’s what real pirates always do
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| And you won’t ever have a fucking clue
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| Your innocence will be marred
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| When we go raw doggin' at the raw bar
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| Liquid encouragement we’ll desire
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| A necessity to elevate your looks higher
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| To the Captain’s Quarters we’ll retire
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| Prophylactics shan’t be required!
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| Seems we bucs are up on our luck
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| Lord just knows we need to fuck
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| So come on over and dump 'em out
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| These cannons’ll make ya scream 'n shout
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| Bawl your eyes out of your head
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| There’s nothin' we’d rather do instead
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| Baby batter soothes those wounds
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| While we hum our sexin' tunes
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| SCREAM OUT! |
| Against your will!
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| These love juices are gonna spill
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| SCREAM OUT! |
| You can’t be saved!
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| The wailing cries echo 'til your grave |