Spin spin Sally, spin spin,
Right into damnation, right into Sin.
Topsy-turvy Sally, topsy-turvy in the din.
Let the black wolf in, Sally
Let the carnal win,
Let the madness in, Sally
Remember with a grin;
''Stay thin, think gin.''
And give release Sally.
Fire bullets through the tins
Ride ******** through the wind
**** your karma,
**** your kin,
Spin spin Sally,
Spin, spin.
Topsy-turvy Sally,
Topsy-turvy in the din.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
Spin spin Sally, spin spin,
Right into damnation, right into Sin.
Topsy-turvy Sally, topsy-turvy in the din.
Let the black wolf in, Sally
Let the carnal win,
Let the madness in, Sally
Remember with a grin;
''Stay thin, think gin.''
And give release Sally.
Fire bullets through the tins
Ride ******** through the wind
**** your karma,
**** your kin,
Spin spin Sally,
Spin, spin.
Topsy-turvy Sally,
Topsy-turvy in the din.
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