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It was a trippy blobA supervillian, babyIt wants to take you away tonightIt gets it's power, don't you seeFrom all the wicked things, babyFrom all the things you tried to hideThe trippy blob might take your lifeThe trippy blob might snake your wifeBut either way, it comes tonightIt's gunna eat your mindLike a bitter hunney, babyA secret assassin from your own mindIt's gunna eat your mindLike a bitter hunney, babyRaped by miracles through the night You can run or you can flyYou can bare you baby cryBut either way, it comes tonight From Letras Mania