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My Girls
I had to find a new scene, can’t stomach the beauty queen
Needed a new alternative, her dark eyes beckoning
My girls are colorful, my girls are so magical
Devil’s in lingerie, boots clenching to their legs
Dragons, stars, and pussycats, my girls are art in flesh
Delicate, but killers they are all – suicide
The flames on your thigh
Betray the burning inside
Should I quench the flame?
Or let it consume me
Reliability, delightfully understated
My girls are visionary, serpents with delicacies
Everlasting garter to bite, I love that they love to fight
Barbells in triplicate, taught me the etiquette
I do not walk alone
My blood is cold stone
But my girls warm me
I walk with them
Merchants of destiny, you are the remedy
Muses in leopard print, deliver me from sin
My girls are not the rest, my girls they are so complex
Stars of the flesh parade, inked on the canvas they laid
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Dear Katy, why do you hate me
Don't you know
I think you're the bomb
Oh maybe, some day you'll play me
On your stereo
I'll be your favorite song
I wanna see you in suede
While we drink lemonade
On top of a mountain made of our love
You pounce and you prance
I wanna bake some romance
You live in a coffin lined with crushed velvet
Your so cool it hurts
Next to you I'm like dirt
Not even the rich kind that's good growing plants
You've got gorgeous thighs
But when you reach 65
Will we still have so much in common?
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Hillbilly Psycho
Ole Jeff Miller, knew he had to kill her
She played the xylophone
He found her mallet, shoved it past her palate
Now he’s headed towards Mexico
Go on and go
Nothing now will save your soul
I’ve got a Glock in my pocket
And I’m going Hillbilly Psycho
Saw him with creeper, he thought it was deeper
To her it was a one night stand
Voices told him better, they should be together
Shudder when she made a stand
And I say no
She’s so damn better off alone
I’ve got a Glock in my pocket
And I’m going Hillbilly Psycho
Sister come back to me
Why’d you take her away
I know she’ll never return
So now I’ll watch you burn
I’ve got a match in my pocket
And I’m going Hillbilly Psycho
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Chubalub, honey, that's what I need
Cause lately life's been a picking at me
We can do it in the city lights
Or hang out, spin a bottle, Chubalub all night
Chubalub, that's what it's named
I can't tell you just what it means
You get this feeling, south of your gut
You start to move, and you shake it up
It ain't quite dancing, and there ain't no sex
You can do it with a friend but not a prerequisite
It helps to have a lubricant
So oil up your moves, let inhibition rest
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