Texty písní SEVEN MARY THREE Churn Roderigo


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He's a real cannibal she goes: "I think I'll name him roderigo"
Dress him up in darker clothes, sell him away
Standing underneath her gun, "sit up straight or I'll hurt you"
You know he's not her only son, just the strongest

She tied him down to her tree
Stayed fit to name him what he's going to be
Tied him up with her rope, you know it stains her neck but it
Can't hold roderigo

"I'm the real animal," she goes, she wants to name me roderigo
Tie me down with all her ropes, until I can't breathe
She can't help but beat me down into a brand new roderigo
I'll slip away without a sound into the air
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