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"Hostage"
(Brad Kleiman)
She has ways of making me talk
I confess my crazy crimes to her
She knows how to switch me off
Her stun-gun stare's got a silencer
Happy to be her hostage
Smiled when I was accosted by her
She can starve me for a whole day
I could live on water and air
And when she finally fills my tray,
I'll consume until my plate is bare
Happy to be her hostage
Pleased to be the rose in her hair
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