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I’m your aching mutant baby, come rub my head.
I’m a unicef poster baby, so underfed.
Wrapped in your body bag, I can feel the seams.
Lying on your carpet, I’m just what I seem.
You’re a whirling dervish, high on the mount.
You play with my freak of love, then throw me out.
I can feel the impact., someone get the squeegee.
Scrape me off this windshield of love.
Take a swig from the bottle baby, I like to share.
You don’t know that I exist, you don’t even care.
Sliding down a greasy pole, to catch that wiggling pig.
Let’s see where you get off, let’s see what I get in.
I can feel the impact., someone get the squeegee.
Scrape me off this windshield of love.
I’m always losing baby, what did I expect?
Zero big fat nothing baby, that’s what I get.
Wrapped in your body bag, I can feel the seams.
Dying on your carpet, I’m just what I seem.
You’re a whirling dervish, high on the mount.
You play with my freak of love, then throw me out.
I can feel the impact., someone get the squeegee.
Scrape me off this windshield of love.
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