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I am the sheep in the black wool Knock at your door, my sight you adore Your smile so bold, my dick I wish you would hold Dressed to impress, in my Sunday best You think I'm great, but I'm really a piece of shit Open your door, my manners are the bes

You used to be a lot like your mom You used to be a lot like your dad You used to be a lot like a son of a bitch And that's the way it goes You used to cry a lot like a baby Cry a lot when you're mad You used to be the one that's a very soft soul And