"Professional Widow (The Merry Widow version)" as written by and Tori Amos....
Slag pit, stag shit, honey bring it close to my lips, yes.
Don't... blow... those... brains yet.
We gotta big. We gotta big, boy.
We gotta big.

Starfucker... just like my daddy.
Said, Starfucker... just like my daddy, yes.

What is termed a landslide?
Said, what is termed a loving... loving?
What is termed a little girl trusting a little boy trusting her?

Yes, said,
Starfucker... just like my daddy.
Starfucker... just like my daddy.
Selling his baby, selling his baby.
Said, just like my daddy, selling his baby.
Selling his baby, selling me, selling his baby.
What is loving you?

Just like my daddy, selling his baby.

Mother Mary, china white,
said, "Let it be... let it be... let it be..."

Give me peace, love, and a hard cock.

Lyrics submitted by secret-x-stars

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