Shes got that dirty feeling
Maybe she can show me the ropes
Holding my heels over my head
forgetting the one word that she said
Maybe if I say I like the disaster
Maybe she'll beat me faster
Shes got a leather whip
So I'm running faster
Devils eyes are on the crows wings
Tear 'em off and see how he sings
Toes cold and head in a basket
Two more days I'll be in a casket
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