i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
she: lying through her teeth; him: on his back
hands off this one, hands off! she cried
grinning at me from hip to hip
hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
i love you! now me! i love you! laughter, laughter
those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder
shake it, baby, c'mon; shake, shake it, baby
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