Someone talkin' to my soul
Someone shakin' my knee bone
Someone ringing at my door
And I'm crawling on the floor
I got shivers on my own
I got quivers to the bone
It's contagious
Don't know why
Someone drink
My blood like a glass of wine
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Tastes like milk.
But more irony.
Oops just grossed myself out.
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