Therapy? - Dian | Текст песни

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• Therapy?
• Dian

Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride
There's room in my wagon, it's parked right outside
We can cruise down Robbert Street all night long
But I think I'll just rape you and kill you instead

Die Ann (Diane), Die Ann (Diane), Die Ann (Diane),

I hear there's a party at lake Cove
It would be so much easier if I drove
We could check it out, we could go and see
Come on take a ride with me

Die Ann (Diane), Die Ann (Diane), Die Ann (Diane),

We lay down together for a while
I put all your clothes in a nice neat little pile
You're the cutest Girl I've ever seen in my life
But it's over now and with my knife

Die Ann (Diane), Die Ann (Diane), Die Ann (Diane)

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