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Lunachicks

Hello dear, theres some popcorn in here, there's some soda & icecream, but dont touch the beer. ok, sure, I'll be alright, don't worry I won't have a

RIP out the ugly eyes of you I tear you yawning jaw apart you can't talk and you can't see me as for me I'm filled with glee and I eat your veins just

Brickface and Stucco met on the corner Of 48th st. and 3rd Boulevard Brickface in a white t-shirt Stucco wore a skin tight skirt They'd go to the Village

three years I spent at your home now am I glad that I'm all alone three years you took and I gave wasted so much time on the phone i'm so glad that

I'm going out of my mind Don't know who I am I don't understand meat And I wanna take to my wings, open wide And fly right back to me And return, with

The first day that I saw you I thought you were so fine I thought that you could be, that you could be the one I took me week and weeks To get the nerves

Dear Dotti what should I do? I wrote this letter to you I know you'll tell me the truth In The Weekly World News My tongue is hairy, my lips are blue

Walk In front or a car, at the mall Trip and fall In the hall Smash your head against the wall You want to die, I can see It In your eye Rob a bank,

I dont claim to ride a bike with long black hair to show my might I dont follow the latest styles they make me throw up bright green bile I dont have