fe fi fo fum I can hear her baby here she comes
such little lips for such wide fists
smacking the backsides all the young drunk bitches
haven't you always wanted to feel in love, well
a hand print on your face is the outline of
the spell, red, real and stinging like hell
What the fuck were you thinking?
Black mascara never made you very pretty
fe fi fo fum can you hear her baby 'cause here she comes
What the fuck were you thinking?
You know exactly where girls like that come from.
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