| Clarisse what perfume you wearing today
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| No don’t tell me I know
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| And the soap that you washed with
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| Come to me don’t feel scared I’m not going to bite
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| Well maybe just a little maybe just a mite
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| You know without windows without the wind the rain or snow
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| I feel somewhat strange but of course all this you know
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| Tell me about the lambs Clarisse tell me why you’re scared
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| I know when your father died something died in there
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| To see simplicity in any mortal thing is a gift few men have
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| What makes a killer a madman it’s not disgusting it’s sad
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| I dream of trees now I smell the sea don’t you find that fun
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| You have the pleasures of the flesh Clarisse you can feel the sun
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| But on the darker side you feel the anger rise
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| You feel the satisfying hate
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| And if you had to kill against your strongest will
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| You wouldn’t shoot that bullet late
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| Please don’t judge me so wait just before you go
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| Come up closer to the cage
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| Let me taste the smells of your own body cells
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| You mustn’t covert me with rage
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| I ate to feed I killed in kind you believe me
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| Don’t you hear the echoes in your mind
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| They say I’m insane don’t they but do they really know why
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| They say I’m nothing but a cannibal can’t understand or even try
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| For in the night when I whisper from my cell
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| And play my psychiatric game
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| In the morning when the inmate’s dead
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| They hang a new one to my fame
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| If I walked the streets a free man
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| In the heat I couldn’t terrify a crowd
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| But in a silent home where we’d be all alone
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| You’d need to freshen up a shroud
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| Please believe I couldn’t hurt
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| You I’d try to make you feel
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| Welcomed like a friend
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| I’d have you over for a meal
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| Then I’d tear at your silken breast
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| Rip out the heart beating and bloody
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| Gnaw with lust at your soften neck
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| Cutting and spitting and cooking you slowly
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| Feed you up like a blooded boar fruit
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| In the mouth and garnished with roses
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| Feel nothing for you anymore deader than hell
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| A meal for a hungry man |