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Sweet little girl, don't you wanna come around? Smoke a cigarette or just hang out I've got a movie, it's Flesh Eaters 3 You get scared, you know you can hold my hand Throw up, you know I've got a bucket of sand And a takeaway pizza for two Watch the sun come up Cus you know I can't sleep (No, I can't sleep) You won't get out my mind Yeah, I'm a creep I'd buy you flowers if I could afford them I just want you to kill my bordumb Little girl, won't you put a bullet in my Little girl, won't you put a bullet in my Sweet little girl, won't you put a bullet in my bordumb No inspiration Yeah I can't think (No, I can't think) You won't get out my mind You know it stinks Letras de canciones Anxiety, thinking about breathing I'd let you chew my bubblegum even Little girl, won't you put a bullet in my Little girl, won't you put a bullet in my Sweet little girl, won't you put a bullet in my bordumb One, two, three, four Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Sweet little girl, don't you wanna come around? Smoke a cigarette or just hang out I've got a movie, it's Flesh Eaters 3 You get scared, you know you can hold my hand Throw up, you know I've got a bucket of sand And a takeaway pizza for two Watch the sun come up Cus you know I can't sleep You won't get out my mind Yeah, I'm a creep All the times I've been calling Are all the phone calls that you've been ignoring I'm on my own, alone until the morning They say you're bored because you're fucking boring Boring Boring But sweet little girl, won't you put a bullet in my Sweet little girl, won't you put a bullet in my Sweet little girl, won't you put a bullet in my bordumb A bullet in my bordumb A bullet in my B-O-R-D-U-M-B A bullet in my- From Letras Mania