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Sick things in cars rotate 'round my stars.
Sick things, my things, my pets, my things.
I love you things I see, as much as you love me,
You things are heavenly, when you come worship me.
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight.
You fill me with delight, you whet my appetite.
I eat my things,
What love it brings,
Come here, my things,
Don't fear my little things.
I love you things I see, as much as you love me,
You things are heavenly, when you come worship me.
You things are thrilled with fright for I am out tonight.
You things are paradise, you whet my appetite.
Sick things in cartridge tapes, my stars,
Sick things, pretty things, play things, my things.
I love the things I see, as much as they love me,
You things are heavenly, when you come worship me.
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight.
You things are paradise, you whet my appetite.