I've got a few things to tell And it would just put you in the 'special hell' Another cunt, another broad she loves A girls life in the prison's not that void She's got the skincare of the white, white girl Perfect skin, cause of cinnamon infants head, But then... I love you're stinking violets They would gratify my bubblegum, virgin skin... I've got special seed because The girls disappear after five bad years Because when something that's inside you dies, Do what you want... But you'll want to be dead by then Yeah, never give them diamonds in the womb I'll give you weals that were just like the ones you said I'll keep my slit veins, slipping the fingers in But god, you want me big, in a big holed spin Yeah Yeah Yeah - burn it up Make me hot, Mary Bell Snap her neck in two Through with you... baby doll