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I ask you
Get my face slapped wraps
going on precisely
Is there wrong perhaps?

Surprise,
It's more a booby trap
Than a prize

disobedience from
A soldier with a rifle
You're all the screws
That hold the hinges of my

Fat cats and army
Hep cats in dog
over girly mags

Pretty don't
much anymore
I mean to be
much anymore

All I see are snapshots, big
Tender spots, mug shots, machine
'Til you know what's what
You know what you got

Curious
Running after men
didn't kill the cat
It was a pen

But not much choice
a cruel mouth
And a voice

Got back to
a paper from the man
No words of
Just cartoons and tatter

Well, well, that
Millions murdered for a kiss me hat
No backbone, blood and
Better keep your big shut

words
Don't mean much
I don't to be
much anymore

All I see are snapshots, big
Tender spots, slots, mug shots
'Til you don't know what's
You don't what you got

You know what you got
You know what you got