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The Chiseler
You know, if I was on top of the world,
I'd throw myself off just to see how it hurts.
It's like the dead flirts, in little red skirts,
on the lil' red asses of the devil's girls.
We don't dance, we sing.
I'd throw myself off just to see how it hurts.
It's like the dead flirts, in little red skirts,
on the lil' red asses of the devil's girls.
We don't dance, we sing.
Published 6th Apr 2013
| Edited 10th Apr 2013
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