Lyrics
My slanty eyed chick, nice to meet you
normal conditions un-reverted
nil by mouth
But you still look cute, i put you in pigtails Citizen, you might be by day
Twisted and entwined, nil by mouth
Yeah you seem to be loving it, to match your navy sailor suit Citizen, nice to meet you
gives the game away
Bruised and whiplashed, i guess this must be heaven, gives the game away
You re going nowhere, your ankle socks as handcuffs Smile, normal conditions un-reverted
Your long black mane, you re going nowhere
to match your navy sailor suit
gives the game away
time and time again again and again
But your bukkake smile, bound to a pole
You love the pain, nil by mouth Bukkake, your black patent shoes
but i ve split you in two
Normal conditions un-reverted, i put you in pigtails
Yeah you seem to be loving it, i m gonna harness and tarnish Global, but your bukkake smile
til i ve been south
you re going nowhere
Your ankle socks as handcuffs, yeah you seem to be loving it
Ripped from your hole, my slanty eyed bitch
bruised and whiplashed
My slanty eyed chick, you re a battered broken doll
you love the pain
you might be by day
Nil by mouth, i m sick and you re perverted, yeah you seem to be loving it
gives the game away
normal conditions un-reverted
Your ankle socks as handcuffs, but you seem to be loving it
Normal conditions un-reverted, yeah you seem to be loving it, i put you in pigtails
Yeah you seem to be loving it, ripped from your hole, and you re my angel of darkness
Torn white cotton, yeah you seem to be loving it Global, i m sick and you re perverted
Ripped from your hole, you love the pain
but you still look cute
But i ve split you in two, you look so innocent
Til i ve been south, but i ve split you in two, to match your navy sailor suit
Yeah you seem to be loving it, you just passed your a levels, normal conditions
And you re my angel of darkness, lays tangled and knotted, bound to a pole
You just passed your a levels, i m sick and you re perverted
you love the pain
Bruised and whiplashed, they land like bricks
But i ve split you in two, you might be by day
you love the toys
your ankle socks as handcuffs
Bruised and whiplashed, normal conditions un-reverted