Yo, yeah girl, Can you hear that? Its playing our song... Are you sleepy? Take a nap... Youre not afraid of the dark? Are you? You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakotas door, its locked so I go to creep Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep But because Im hungry she smells like tacos I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolatey marshmallows all so sweet With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall hes on your street Hes placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on em, hes dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with John Bennet Rams I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am (Chorus) (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear my luck, you keep calling me (My music box) When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) So when you callin me, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) You will always be my privet dancer(My music box) I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I ...
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