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I’m curious
I am trouble
I am trouble, all along.
I’m little curious
I am trouble
I am trouble, all alone.
People, I am deadly ill
I made myself a man to kill
Us all
I’ve got a right for one call.
Hi, am I talking to the Queen, queen, queen?
Would you give a brain
To the ball and chain?
I tend to be a real mean me
To avoid regrets
Or a gag reflex
If you ever see me real
You’ll gotta kneel.
You gotta kneel - through it all
Cause baby I am tall
Too tall, too tall.
We know I did an awful thing
Spread it all across the ring
I guess that it would help If I repent?
I’m runnin’ through suburban streets,
Turning slaves into kings
What a moonshine, I’m just scared.
You can call, you can call
For the queen, for the queen-queen
Lay in the bed with a handful of sin-sin
Havin’ your days,
Havin' your days,
Havin’ your days-days.
You can call, you can call
For the queen, for the queen-queen
Lay in the bed with a handful of sin-sin
Havin’ your days,
Havin' your days,
Havin’ your days-days.
Hi, am I talking to the Queen, queen, queen?
Would you give a brain
To the ball and chain?
I tend to be a real mean me
To avoid regrets
Or a gag reflex
If you ever see me real
You’ll gotta kneel.
You gotta kneel - through it all
Cause baby I am tall
Too tall, too tall.
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Sadness
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Abuse and Violence
