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Your body went black with the bitters drained
Satin got strapped to a wooden base
Hammer heads clap for the liquid lace
Battery brat and a wicked fade
But if the ladle gets licked, then the suspects headed for hell to pay
Scissor-cut slacks and a broken vase
A little high fashion and summer steak
Hanging my hat where the stumbles stray
Lift a gate latch and youre giving way
But in a fifty-ounce fish, theres a full shot stiff of the Everglades