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I'm watching superstiosious fishes,
Having visious ambitions and a boys as dishes.
Their faces covered with grimaces,
They want beautiful lovers in a bright, red covers.

More, more, more, more
Crawling through the open door
You won’t get us with your little lovely letters

Black stockings, minimal dresses,
And I’m blessed to confess that you look impressive.
No need in being nice or gentle,
You already in tremble, let me into your temple.

More, more, more, more
Crawling through the open door
You won’t get us with your little lovely letters (x2)

Your hair is river
Your voice is silver
Your touch sends shivers
You are my fever

And you are my serial killer, my serial killer
So, give me...

More, more, more, more
Crawling through the open door
You won’t get us with your little lovely letters

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