you turn me on
you pump electric thro my body
i am just a shell of flesh since guilt robbed me of my emotion
you can paint my lips
and you can fix my hair up darling
and i will answer to the name you give me
tintalulah
(chous)
i wanna b yr doll
i wanna b sweet sweet baby
i wanna be your doll
be your automater masterbater
well you can stich my wounds
my knees are torn from years of kneeing
and now i have no feelings i can give myself to you dear
well love is hard to give but love is easy to take
thinkers make bad lovers
you better put your iq up 4 sale
(chours) x2
well baby sitch my wounds
and you can fix my hair up darling
well i have been waiting for this moment all of my life
(chours) x2
yeah
[mr crewdson makes a luverly sound]
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