I'm dragging my bones around.
I'll win and I'll be safe and sound.
Nose blood drops fall to the ground,
Though I wish my heart would pound.
I will feel better and better!
Why is your skin made from leather?
Why do you want me dead?
Why do you walk me to bed?
I'll win and I'll be safe and sound.
Nose blood drops fall to the ground,
Though I wish my heart would pound.
I will feel better and better!
Why is your skin made from leather?
Why do you want me dead?
Why do you walk me to bed?
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