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I can barely even breath when he says to me

Pretty thing, come over here

I’ll give you love or sweets or beer.

Pretty thing, travel far

So I can take your mind and make it tar.

Pretty thin, but not enough

Starve yourself to gain my trust.

Pretty skin, but make it soft

So I can literally take it off

Pretty win, I got it now

I’ll make you mine twice over

Prettiness multiplied,

Twisted and turned colder

Little things wanna lie

Red lip makes them bolder,

And she just wants to die,

When he says “Come on over”