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Fruit on the vine.
You get yours, I get mine.
Meat on your bones.
They won’t know, they won’t know.

[Chorus]
I loathe your face, just get away.
I’m on my knees, f*** you, f*** me.

I’m on my way, to feel you, dislocate. Saving your space.
I’m open, wide open.

[Chorus]
I loathe your face, just get away.
I’m on my knees, f*** you, f*** me.

Like me, like me, like me.

[Chorus]
I loathe your face, just get away.
I’m on my knees, f*** you, f*** me.

Me, me, me