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Copulate to create A state of sexual light Kissing her virginity My affinity I mingle with the gods I mingle with divinity Blood sugar baby She's magik Sex magik sex magik
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: A wanna be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him in the eye
: I've got a soul That can not sleep At night when something Just ain't right Blood red But without sight Exploding egos In the night Mix like sticks
aphrodite Copulate to create A state of sexual light Kissing her virginity My affinity I mingle with the gods I mingle with divinity Blood sugar baby She's magik Sex magik sex magik
: There are no monks in my band There are no saints in this land I'll be doin' all I can If I die an honest man Confusion is my middle name Ask me again
: There must be something In the way I feel That she don't want me to feel The stare she bares cut me I don't care You see so what if I bleed I could
: Sittin' on a sack of beans Sittin' down in New Orleans You wouldn't believe what I've seen Sitting on that sack of beans Lunatics on pogo sticks Another
: Standin' on the corner of civilization There's a time there's a place for me In a world where I can't be found Cold and mean people give me the creeps
: I used to shout Across the room to you And you'd come dancin' Like a fool Shuffle step You funky mother Come to me All warm as covers Rest with me
: What I've got you've got to give it to your mamma What I've got you've got to give it to your pappa What I've got you've got to give it to your daughter
: Should of been, could of been Would of been dead If I didn't get the message Goin' to my head I am what I am Most motherfuckers Don't give a damn Aw
: A long, long, long, long time ago Before the wind, before the snow Lived a man, lived a man I know Lived a freak of nature named Sir Psycho Sir Psycho
: Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale Hot tamales and they red not, yes, she got 'em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall
: I've got a mellowship, I've got a fellowship I've got a nonstop "yo swan" hello chip Born to adore the big bad bison Thunderstorm and a man like Tyson
: I can't rest in war Will you be my friend Dark Ages never change I can't comprehend Kiss me we self destruct Can you hear me Lord Yes I think we're