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Peter Cat Recording Co.
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Pariquel
My girl,
she ain't the best,
and boy she looks pretty
average undressed,
her eyes climb,
all over mine
tie me up slowly,
and leave me to die.
Oh no,
where did you go
folded onto the floor,
Sunday,
we were divine.
Monday,
My heart was mine.
I could've warned you then,
she's done a hundred men,
I could've warned you
but I lied.
She is not yours but mine.
My girl,
she won't confess,
but she'll be your lover
and maybe your guest,
Her eyes shine,
they'll drape you blind,
cut you in pieces,
and rape your insides.
Oh no,
where did you go
folded onto the floor,
Sunday,
we were divine.
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Monday,
My heart was mine.
I could've warned you then,
she's done a hundred men,
I could've warned you
but I lied.
She is not yours but mine.
My girl,
simply so fine,
calls our conception,
a glorious crime,
as time flies,
faster than light,
& leaves your emotions,
tied up inside,
Oh no,
where did you go
folded onto the floor,
Sunday,
we were divine.
Monday,
My heart was mine.
I could've warned you then,
she's done a hundred men,
I could've warned you
but I lied.
She is not yours but mine.
Lalalalalalalala
She is not yours but mine.
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