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Cross my heart And hope to die I stuck ten needles In my thigh Babys crying for her whip You better run and get it quick Got that sugar in a stick? I think she's feeling very sick... Cross my heart And hope to die I stuck more needles In my thigh And waited for The acid high And wondered if She'd ever cry Spiders crawling up her legs She screams for more, she wants it red Contemplates it in her head Shoots it up, then left for dead Pull me out, I've had enough... From Letras Mania