| The sound of electric guitar- it puts the Quinnbeast awake
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| She is a secret toy, which I can play
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| I can’t even think of a reason to keep it alive
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| Because I know if I do it’ll leave me for you in a while, in time
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| Because I can’t think when something’s wrong
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| And no I can’t free to go at all (?)
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| The mighty Quinnbeast
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| And she wants what she gets
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| And she gets what she wants
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| She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more
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| He’s the first in line every time
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| Every time she wants more, more, more, more, more, more
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| Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole
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| And take your whipping like a man, like a man
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| Come down Guido from your art faggot bistro
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| And take off your britches like a man, like a man
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| If you don’t, she’s from Newark
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| If you don’t, then you don’t
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| She can’t eat you if you don’t
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| She can’t eat you if you don’t
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| The mighty Quinnbeast
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| And she wants what she gets
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| And she gets what she wants
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| She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more
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| He’s the first in line every time
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| Every time she wants more, more, more, more
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| The mighty Quinnbeast
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| Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole
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| And take your beating like a man, like a man
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| Come down Guido from your art faggot bistro
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| And take your whipping like a man, like a man
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| She’s from Newark if you don’t
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| She’s from Newark if you don’t
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| She can’t eat you if you don’t
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| She can’t eat you if you don’t |