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She's got here eyes open wide She's got the dirt and spit of the world She's got her mouth on the metal The lips of a scared little girl I got a angel in the lobby He's waiting to put me in line I won't ask forgiveness For my faith has gone dry She's got her Christian prescriptures And d**h has crawled in her ear Like elevator music of songs That she shouldn't hear And it spins around 1, 2, 3, And we all lay down 4, 5, 6, Some do it fast Some do it better in smaller amounts And it turns around 1, 2, 3, And we all lay down 4, 5, 6, Some do it fast Some do it better in smaller amounts