
The Mincer
Fingers reaching,
Fingers reeking.
Jump for the scream,
Good night, honey.
You're all alone,
Baby, breathing.
They come better looking,
But they don't come mannered.
Fingers reaching,
Fingers reeking.
Jump for the scream,
Good night, honey.
You're all alone,
Baby, breathing.
They come better looking,
But they don't come mannered.
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