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Bang bang bang, the bigger, the better
You ain't a baby no more, baby You ain't no bigger than before, baby I'll rub that cheap black off your lips, baby So take a swallow as I spit, baby As a fuck, son you sucked (x8) My skin tonight is a-blazing But I don't think you're my type What I need tonight's the real thing, yeah I need the real thing, tonight As a fuck, son you sucked (x8) The bigger, the better! Bang, bang, bang The bigger, the better! Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah What I need tonight is the real thing, yeah! I need the real thing tonight Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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It was the struggle of the century
And all the grown men came to see The girl who could tame the tiger, yeah, yeah The heart of the Southern lovebirds They found her under the sea She said she came from cell block 3 The girl hit hot like a barracuda baby She floated on air like a crest of a wave She was a primal institution She was a danger to herself, yeah Mad lovin' by the cold hearted Take a deep breath, babe cause we've just started Mystery Girl Mystery Girl Keep on fakin' your mystery world Cause, the mystery boys will be your toys, yeah The mystery boys will be your toys Not a day goes by I wanna disappear Into her a eyes, a mother pearl And my head feels dead from all this useless fightin' But my heart ain't dead cause it keeps on lovin' The girl hit hot like a barracuda, baby She floated on air like a crest of a wave She was a primal institution She was a danger to herself, yeah Mad lovin' by the cold hearted Take a deep breath, babe cause we've just started Mystery Girl Mystery Girl, yeah Keep on fakin' that mystery world Cause the mystery boys will be your toys, yeah The mystery boys will be your toys, yeah The mystery boys will be your toys, yeah The mystery boys will be your toys They'll be your toys, yeah girls They'll be your toys, alright... |
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One, two, three, four
Art Star [x8] I got a deal in Tokyo I got a rep in France I got a agent in Rome Shit i got a gallery in New York! Its a mad house this modern life Its a mad house my faithless bride Art Star |
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As the cars go by under the sun like an enemy
You wonder X3 As a spider comes and looks at you like an enemy You wonder X3 Yeah miles, miles away She's hurting people in a better world Miles, miles away Dressed again in the hot water and you're more beautiful than ever Looking in the car rear view mirror Floor is hard uncomforted By the second time she wondered she hungered she hungers Like a killer's wife As the cars go by X3 Yeah, as the cars go by Miles, miles away She's hurting people in a better world Miles, miles away Dressed again in the hot water Well you're more beautiful than ever Looking in the car rear view mirror Yeah, you're more beautiful than ever Miles, miles, miles, miles away Miles, miles away... |
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I may be dead honey
but I was left with my eyes and underneath sugar well I’ve been sunk by your lies and my heart baby is cold and blue we’re two of a kind baby me and you it’s our time sweet baby to break on through it’s the year to be hated so glad that we made it ‘cuz all the kids in the street whisper sounds that sweet the stars under their feet well it’s the year to be hated one two ready go it’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time it’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time to be hated all right to be hated come on kids it’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time it’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time to be hated all right it’s the year to be hated so glad that we made it ‘cuz all the kids in the street whisper sounds that sweet the stars under their feet well it’s the year to be hated well it’s the year to be hated well it’s the year to be hated well it’s the year to be hated |
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