The Wytches
beehive queen
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And it was crowded
So I was leaving
And no one wants to see your debt to the sky
And it was crowded
So I was leaving
And you entirely debased my life
You strangle me, strangler, strangler
Yeah your wooden hands they smell like it's been raining for a while
You perfect your style
And I'll sit in the luggage pile for a while
You're wild, wild, wild
Make all the dangerous girls smile
Whilst down on their knees
Singing please, please, please
Fix me
She shouts killjoy because the sound of my voice
Made it hard for her to tell if I was a girl or a boy
Killjoy and then I get all annoyed
If
I
beat
in
a
plastic
bottle
could
I
be
a
boy?
She said no
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