I'll be your ice cream man
With that toothy grin

I could sleep alone tonight
I could bag your body
I could put it on ice
I could trace your steps
I could let you slip
Into an accident

I could really make you sick
I'm gonna tear up that dress, I’m gonna make you upset
I could really spin that trick
I'm gonna turn your heart into half a heart

Any Tuesday you could find me at home
Every dollar spent you’d spend it alone
After the dogs have slept, there’s more mouths unfed

I could be your 12 alarm
One single fire burning down your barn
I could be your slaughtered lamb

Crushing diamonds in my right hand

I could really do the twist

I'm gonna smash that dress, I’m gonna make you sick

I could turn that trick, 
flip your heart into half a heart

Any Tuesday you could find me at home
Every dollar spent you’d spend it alone
After the dogs have slept, there’s more mouths unfed

I’ll be your magic charm
I’ll tear your world apart

I'll be your priest in trust

(You’re gonna give into me, I’m gonna make you sing)
Eyes soaked in bloody lust
(You’re gonna give into me, I’m gonna make you sing)

I could really do the twist

I'm gonna smash that dress, I’m gonna make you sick

Any Tuesday you could find me at home
Every dollar spent you’d spend it alone
After the dogs have slept, there’s more mouths unfed


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