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Well, I clobbered you with hands so indescrete
March around like a soldier in defeat
I clobber mountains with my finger tips
While you're alone on top of kissing hip
Well I clobber you
And I clobber me
When I ought to meet
My heart would skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat
Well, I kill my times with films of blood and scorn
And little girls that grow up to be more
I clobber mountains with my finger tips
While you're alone on top of kissing hip
Well I clobber you
And I clobber me
When I ought to meet
My heart would skip a beat
Well, I clobber you
And I clobber me
I clobber you
And I clobber me
You clobber me, you clobber me
You clobber me, you clobber me
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