Gaze in these black eyes, longing for your bite
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please don't go my love no not yet
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red lipstick goes real nice with wine
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with your poison, hypnotize
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as i croon into my elvis-55
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so stay with me, my scream queen
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and suck the skin off those bones
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until theyr'e polished off all white n clean....
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Such Supple lips that taste like Mace
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may i have a bite of your face?....
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Well Look at you, Such a soft nice tongue, and Green Eyes, Oh I Think I'll
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Keep Them...
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1,2,3 or 4? Would You Like Anymore?
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Blood Stained Fingers Up Inside.... you
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one last kiss-
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lemme be the last set of lips
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that you taste-
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you know that your'e diggin on this rape
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All I want is to see, you beg n pleed on your knees
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such good times, passion crimes that make us laugh to see you die
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So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound its not the wind
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this new jersey knife wielding greaser gangs coming for your skin
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you look tough-even with my knife in your throat
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You talk loud-even though youre chokin on blood now
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could it be?-youre not as tough as case like me
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ill have a good time-on this night I'll sip my drink and watch you die!!
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So When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers
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these new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure its the last
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And all I see, is your fingers grabbing me
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my god are you still alive?
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let the forceps go to work
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i get off on hearing you cry
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Knives please, No Gurls None in this world
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unless its the kind i can reach inside!!
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So Take Good Care, Running Scared
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TCB Kid Youre DOA!!
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So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound you best be scared
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And When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers
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these new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure its the last
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Murder For Hire
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Mister Monster |