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Lucifer's little girly-girls Have big blue eyes Just like yours A firey passion for Tiny pin-prick pleasures The finest stitches hold it all together The weather in Hell is bright today Tongues licking and teeth knashing Mashed potatoes Dyed pink for the occassion Of your girlie's birthday wish So blow the candle (blow fast and hard) Let it scream for its mother, brother, son They are tittering, toppeling Drinking the milk of dead cows Whose moos moos moos doth dot Heaven's stairway, cows can't climb But their bells ring around the Rosies, My dear, my darling While starlings nasty little baby-kins Scream from your Barbie-pink house's Eves of skanky beginnings |
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