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  • Hot-This
  • Hot Cookin'
    Don't you let the heat out of the oven lord It takes awhile to build a fire Don't let ‘em cool you down Don't let ‘em cool you down Cause it's some hot cookin' ...
  • Let The Music Play
    Let the music play, yeah Let the music play, yeah Let the music play, yeah Let the music play, yeah Sun is up, you know it's hot No sense in worrying 'bout wha...
  • Like An Animal
    One mile in the air that's where she lives Her body looks so thin and pink and small Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands And swallowing her fingers as they...
  • Looking Glass Girl
    Like a looking-glass-girl In a minature world Saw you dance like dice And tumble to the floor Like a looking-glass-girl In a minature world Whirl your Disney a...
  • Mouth To Mouth
    Your body grows more beautiful With every move you make Your body grows more beautiful With every bite I take You won't believe I love you It's too stupid for w...
  • Mr Alphabet Says
    Here comes the book The book of rules If you play this game You won't stay the same You could win your golden teeth Be a spinning top Use a riding crop Mr Alph...
  • Orgy
    A disease is under my fingernails It stains me like a tattoo Back on the rack Aching with time Your face is familiar From another crime And we could swim We c...
  • Perfect Murder
    Move inside my daydream Like fingers in a glove Twisting round and round and round Round and round and round with love The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed i...
  • Punish Me With Kisses
    Your morning smile of torture Holds me in its grip You trace the taste of yesterday The bruise upon my lip You touch my eyes and hypnotize And slip inside my he...
  • Sex Eye Make Up
    Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress It's the best thing money can buy Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air I think that I'm jazzy like Chris...
  • Sex-Eye-Make-Up
    Run around the chairs in your sunday dress It's the best thing money can buy Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air I think that I'm jazzy like chris...
  • This Green City
    Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back Shapeless and aging we start to run Through the tangle of your broken words This cheap impulse falls so dry In the maze...