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Red Hot Ice Queen


By Hepnova


On Tourist You Are The Terrorist

Ooh mama

Boy, I thought you knew
How the game was played
But, mister, you slipped
Now, baby you pay

She's too hot to drop,
Far too cold to pick up
The bird that gets you in the hips
Scars your lips, freeze your fingertips
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
The red hot ice queen

Your unconditional love
Falls through her heart-shaped sieve
Sorry, Mister Investor
Your returns were negative
She took twice
Every inch you gained
She smiles to see you
Twitch in pain

She's too hot to drop,
Far too cold to pick up
The bird that gets you in the hips
Scars your lips, freeze your fingertips
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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