| Oh a gun can be a .22
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| Or a .38 and it will silence you
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| Dear sir, that is a silencer
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| But if you should see a lady
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| Who has the kind of waist that measures 22
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| And she’s 38 where it is great to measure 38
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| Dear sir, she is a silencer
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| Dear sir, I’m her
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| I don’t use a knife, don’t need a gun
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| My equipment is a lot more deadly, son
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| Dear sir, I am a silencer
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| And if you’re a man not made of wood
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| When I flip my hips, I’ll quiet you for good
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| Let me brush your lips and crush your lips
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| And nicely hush your lips
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| Dear sir, I am a silencer
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| Dear sir, don’t stir, don’t move, relax
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| Loosen your tie
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| Turn out the light
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| Take of your shoes
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| Don’t fight
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| Lean back
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| Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax
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| Dear Sir! |