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My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
it's a song, but unfortunately can't find the link just now My Baby Hates True Crime Shows Copyright Corinne Curcio July 31, 2008 Every night me and my baby fight over the remote She wants to watch election news I yawn, "Not now honey That just makes me snooze I wanna see Forensic Files, Most Evil and Deranged" She finds that scary and a little strange Mutilated, decapitated, look at the brain splatter I'm totally fascinated Honey, come and watch Hey - what's the matter? But she runs from the room in abject horror She likes Project Runway not Jeffrey Dahmer My Baby Hates True Crime Shows She cries Oh No No No They have got to go go It's not fair to me I'll be having nightmares From all of these True Crime Shows Please have pity! Torture Murder Mayhem, gooey pools of blood Didn't the downstairs neighbor Hear the bullet riddled body thud? One guy gouged out eyeballs Another sawed off feet Some kooks cooked up Victim Stew When they sat down to eat Sweetheart, don't look Hide your eyes behind a book Before they show where the headless torso lies Put fingers in your ears, I don't want you to hear How that poor old lady dies! My Baby Hates True Crime Shows She cries On No No No They have got to go go It's not fair to me I'll be having nightmares From all of these True Crime Shows Please have pity!
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