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She was the only son Her father never had. Her legs were lean and long, Alas, her eyes were bad. And then at Sweet Sixteen Her Father drove her mad. (A sicko is a ****** after all.) And after ten long years They set her on the street. With a pretty dress And new shoes on her feet. And so she looks for Daddy... Or any fresh, new meat. (Cuz an axe is an axe, after all.)
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Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 4:29 PM UTC
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She was the only son Her father never had. Her legs were lean and long, Alas, her eyes were bad. And then at Sweet Sixteen Her Father drove her mad. (A sicko is a ****** after all.) And after ten long years They set her on the street. With a pretty dress And new shoes on her feet. And so she looks for Daddy... Or any fresh, new meat. (Cuz an axe is an axe, after all.)
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Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 4:29 PM UTC
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