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Pepper Spray
03:18
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Pretty woman, walking down the street. The kind I like to meet.
-Why are you running away?
Nothing will make you my love
Pretty woman, don't walk on by. Don't make me cry. You wanna make me cry?
-Why are you running away?
Pretty woman, what do I see? Is she coming back to me? She's walking back to me.
-Why are you running away?
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2. |
Touchy Tenderless
03:37
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Don't touch me, on the legs, little freak.
This ape shit on my hands, I'm afraid of.
And the monkey on my back is really screaming in my ear,
I can't hear 'em.
Now touchy got you tenderless.
You can touch me, I'm a man, not a freak.
I'm washing off my hands of this ape shit.
The monkey on my back is fading.
But touchy, not so tender, is raping me.
I'm gnawing off my leg just to break it.
Now tempting me to steal your lighter.
While, touchy got you tenderless.
Touch-y-ten-der-less!
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3. |
Like A Leech
06:33
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If I could use my mind, I'd make it better down the line.
Push the blade into my spleen. Some alcohol to make it clean.
I don't mind, don't be afraid. I'd pay you anything to stay.
And suck me dry, just like a leech. But don't deplete me.
Peel the skin to reveal my insides. Tasting me, anybody gets a branding.
Would you like eat my heart out?
Pump my veins with your lips, and my hands tied.
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4. |
My Mistake
02:46
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You see me here, but I don't care.
You stop and stare, and judge my hair.
I don't give a sweet shit.
You hear me there?
You see me here, but I don't care.
I'm gonna unveil my mistake.
You hear me there, but I don't care.
You stop and stare at my underwear.
I don't give a sweet shit.
You hear me, yeah?
You see me here, and I don't care.
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5. |
Useless Information
03:05
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You don't know, until you try. Then you try... Interest coming down on my fist, that you need.
They're kicking my ass, and getting in my way. Face down.
Now I am, right is. Drain em' out. Enemies got your head. Not the man that I knew.
Don't pick at my face. Take it out on my hyde. I Get around.
'Looks like now it's crowning. Not much else to see. Lepers touch your junk as you're starring back at me.
Knowing what you're thinking is good enough for mind. Pump my fist at someone else's someone else, someone.
I'm soaked in gasoline.
You don't know, until you try. Then you try... Interest coming down on my fist, that you need.
They're kicking my ass, and getting in my way. Face down.
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