Sick Things
(Billion Dollar Babies)
Sick things in cars rotate 'round my stars
Sick things, my things, my pets, my things
I love you things I see
As much as you love me
You things are heavenly
When you come worship me
You things are chilled with fright
For I am out tonight
You fill me with delight
You whet my appetite
I eat my things
What love it brings
Come here, my things
Don't fear my little things
I love you things I see
As much as you love me
You things are heavenly
When you come worship me.
You things are thrilled with fright
For I am out tonight
You things are paradise
You whet my appetite
Sick things in cartridge tapes, my stars
Sick things, pretty things, play things, my things
I love the things I see
As much as they love me
You things are heavenly
When you come worship me
You things are chilled with fright
For I am out tonight
You things are paradise
You whet my appetite
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