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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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.