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It's like 36 degrees here Celsius Don't hate this until you rate this Don't knock this until you rock this (That's right) Come on Adrien, sing us a song (Come on Adrien, sing us a song) I cut myself shaving It wasn't intentional, yeah I went to a party I put a picture of you in my wallet I wore a suit, suit, suit It did not suit my style I wore my brand new belt And now I know how Ian Curtis felt Oh, my little pretty one I touch myself, I touch myself And everywhere I look I always find myself aside myself I think I'm all together But I tear myself apart Because I cut myself I cut myself I cut myself I cut myself Shaving! You fuck yourself way too hard You wouldn't be cool if it weren't for the lessons that you learned in The Bell Jar In the white room, you shoot me dead I'm in the air, in subatomic particles In my bathroom, and in my bed With Hustler magazine (I read it for the articles) Oh, my little pretty one I touch myself, I touch myself And everywhere I look I always find myself aside myself I think I'm all together But I tear myself apart Because I cut myself I cut myself I cut myself I cut myself Oh, my little pretty one I touch myself I touch myself And everywhere I look I always find myself aside myself I think I'm all together But I tear myself apart Here's a list of cute foods! (What?) Squash Chicory Bubble and Squeak Pork pie Fairy Bread Dim sim (and potato cakes) (Ham!) Ham on the bone Ham in general Creme caramel Dr. Pepper (Doc) Doc's Kettle Pops Gummy Bears Gingerbread Men Chuppa Chups Red rum Souffle Guacamole Toffee apple Hot dog Abalone Kompot Chicken strips Sorbet Eggs Benedict Gravy Brains!
Writer(s): Sergei Rachmaninoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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