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Bang Bang Bang the bigger the better [x4]
You aint a baby no more baby
You aint no bigger than before baby
I'll rub that cheap black off your lips baby
so take a swallow as i spit baby
As a Fuck son, you sucked [x8]
My skin tonight is a blazing
but i don't think you're my type
what i need tonights the real thing
i need the real thing tonight
As a Fuck son, you sucked [x8]
The bigger the better
bang bang bang
the bigger the better
yeah yeah yeah
Oh Oh come on
yeah yeah yeah
What i need tonight is the real thing yeah!
I need the real thing tonight
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Oh Oh
Come on alright
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It was the struggle of the century
and all the grown men came to see
the girl who tamed the tiger yeah yeah
the heart of southern Lovebirds
they found her under the sea
she said she came from cell block three
the girl hit hot like a barracuda baby
she floated on air like a crest of wave
she was a primal instituation she was a danger to herself yeah
Mad loving by the cold hearted
Take a big breath cos we just started
Mystery Girl
Mystery Girl
keep on faking your mystery world
Cos the mystery boys will be your toys yeah
Cos the Mystery boys will be your toys
Not a day goes by i wanna disappear
Into her eyes a mother pearl
and my head feels dead with all this useless fighting
But my head aint dead cuz it keeps on loving
the girl hit hard like a barrauda baby
she floated on air like a crest of wave
she was a primal instituation she was a danger to herself yeah
Mad loving by the codl hearted
take a big breath cuz we just started
Mystery Girl
Mystery Girl
Keep on faking your mystery world
Cos the Mystery boys will be your toys yeah [x4]
there be your toys alright
there be your toys
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I've been working on a piece that speak of sex and desperation.
I've been screwing on the tracks of abandoned track stations
One, two, three, four
Art Star [x8]
I got a deal in Tokyo
I got a rep in France
I got a agent in Rome
Shit i got a gallery in New York!
Its a mad house this modern life
Its a mad house my faithless bride
Art Star
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As the cars go by under the sun like an enemy
You Wonder [x3]
As a spider comes and looks at you like an enemy
You Wonder [x3]
Yeah Miles, miles away
She's hurting people in a better world
Miles, miles away
Dressed again in the hot water
You're more beautiful than ever
Looking in the car's rear view mirror
Floor is hard uncomforted
By the second time she wondered she hungered she hungers
like a killers wife
As the cars go by [x3]
Yeah as the cars go by
Miles, miles away
She's hurting people in a better world
Miles, miles away
Dressed again in the hot water
Well you're more beautiful than ever
Looking in the car's rear view mirror
You're more beautiful than ever
Miles, Miles away [x2]
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I may be dead honey
but i was left with my eyes
and underneath sugar
well i've been stung by your lies
and my heart baby
is cold and blue
We're two of a kind baby
Me and You
It's our time sweet baby
To Break on through
It's the year to hated
so glad that we made it
Cuz all the kids in the street
Whisper sounds that sweet
The stars under their feet
Well it's the year to be hated
One two ready go
its our time [x7]
to be hated
All right
to be hated
come on kids
its our time [x7]
to be hated
all right
well it's the year to be hated
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