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(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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