| She’s your hellbilly Bettie Page
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| In the flesh
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| Lurkin' in the depths of eternal death
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| A sip from her grail will burn you deep
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| No purity and she never sleeps
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| She’ll chew you up and spit you out
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| And do it again…
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| She’s a bat right outta hell
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| She’s the evil in yourself
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| When your luck’s run out
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| You’ve got no one to blame
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| She’s the candy that you crave
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| From her head down to her grave
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| She’s the devil’s game
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| Your psycho ball & chain
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| Late at night she creeps again
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| Clawin' at your clothes
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| Like the perfect sin
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| She’ll knock you out with her undead eyes
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| Your psychobilly
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| Bride of Frankenstein
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| She’ll eat your bleeding heart
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| And then she’ll throw you away
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| She’s a bat right outta hell
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| She’s the evil in yourself
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| When your lucks run out
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| You’ve got no one to blame
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| She’s the candy that you crave
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| From her head down to her grave
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| She’s the devil’s game
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| Your psycho ball & chain
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| She’s a bat right outta hell
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| She’s the evil in yourself
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| When your lucks run out
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| You’ve got no one to blame
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| She’s the candy that you crave
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| From her head down to her grave
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| She’s the devil’s game your psycho
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| She’s the devil’s game your psycho
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| What a cryin' shame
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| Your psycho ball & chain |