| I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
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| She: lying through her teeth, him: on his back
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| Hands off this one, hands off! |
| she cried
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| Grinning at me from hip to hip
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| Hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
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| Oooh yeah
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| I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
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| Sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
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| I love you! |
| now me! |
| I love you!
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| Laughter, laughter
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| Oh baby, those skinny girls, they’re so quick to murder
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| Oooh yeah
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| Shake it baby, c’mon, shake, shake it baby |