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Papoose face,
Girl-goofy ways,8 shaped,
Technically sound, you'd think, for lying down
Quick, while you talk shop, I can't stop
Clenched hands,
Introverted stance,
Tense laugh;
Inappropriately loud and mechanical.
Hint! If you would knife-slive my sternum open
You'd squint from the sheen of machinery chromium,
No crimson.
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You think that I am just how I look,
But you are stupidly mistaken.
Unsure,
Blunt awkward words,
Young eyes
Looking at you like they've never seen before.
Hit! '
Cause even when you see the bodies behind me...(
Submit!) You don't believe it could be me hunting(
Chorus)
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You don't know what you are,
But you are fatally mistaken.
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