| What happens in her without fun
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| Seeing my finger there
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| Touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
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| Name me three poems, fucker’s guilt
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| We are just one man
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| Twisting, twisting, twisted, twisted, twisted
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| Who there is, who is not bored by his fate?
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| Discolored the bite of a pear
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| Cut, cut love me, cut love me into your breast
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| Crush a pastry into your breast
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| Bite your only lover’s blood
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| To have learned nothing
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| Stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it
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| Tell me who I had to bewitch?
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| Passerby who has a toilet
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| Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
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| Who there is, who is not bored by this?
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| Discolored by the bite of an ox
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| Slit make me, slit make me into your breast
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| And crush an ash tray into your breast
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| Oh shit, can you hear?
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| Oh, can you hear the axe fall?
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| Jesse, ah aha
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| In lust you can hear the axe fall |