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Just like a miracle
In chains and clearasil
Stands the woman of my dream
And just thirteen
Bo-peep erotica
My sweet Demonica
The devil's in her jeans
Demonica
My sweet Demonica
Was all I'd wanted for
Since the time that she could crawl
Now don't we all for
Those lips like cherry bombs
we killed her dad and mom
I hear the siren's call
Write true love's number on the wall
The devil take them all
My sweet demonica
was just the tonic for
walking dead throughout the day
She'd make them pay for
non-stop erotica
My sweet demonica
That's why I call her name
I know she's waiting there for me
If I ever go free
My sweet Demonica
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you except the one thing that you want me to
We went across the mighty Rio Grande and saw Disneyland and the sea you and me
But there's one thing I'll never do not even for you
I'm not going to Salt Lake City
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you except to walk among the Osmond crew
I know you're planning for a latter day and you can't betray what you know in Provo
But there's one less town on the globe and if you must go there you're going alone
I'm not going to Salt Lake City even if they tell me I can stay
Even if they resurrect my brain I don't wanna go there I don't wanna go insane
I'm not pure and I'm not pretty and I'm not going to Salt Lake City
I'm not living in Hello Kitty and I'm not going to Salt Lake City
Gimme the things that drive me insane
Teenage women and free cocaine
I want some free cocaine
From my man who went to high school
Abel said to Cain
Momma was a groupie out on Donovan's brain for
Free cocaine, free cocaine
Pussy, carbohydrates, sometimes acid rain
I just want a sniff of your free cocaine
You know the best things in life are free
And if they're free why don't you give it to me
Free cocaine, free cocaine
I want the 31 flavors, 69 years
I'll take 13 vials worth, I don't care…
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