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I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl

She lying through her teeth, him: on his back

Hands off this one, hands off! she cried

Grinning at me from hip to hip

Hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft

to slip

Oooh Yeah

I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl

Shark’s-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty

red-head

I love you! now me! I love you!

Laughter, laughter

Oh baby, those skinny girls, they’re so quick

to murder

Oooh Yeah

Shake it baby, c’mon, shake, shake it baby

Shake

Shake

Shake

Shake