6 Gold Blade

I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl she: lying through her teeth, him: lying on his back hands off this one, hands off! she cried grinning at me from hip to hip hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip oooh yeah I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head I love you! now me! I love you! laughter, laughter oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder oooh yeah shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby [ad infinitum]