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Sweet little schoolgirl smile
Your golden arms beckon me on
Lips seem to speak, seem to lead me
Beautiful one
Your burning tongue
For you that I do these things
For you that I do these things
Shielding you from ill
While you're a child
I'll be your knight
There's vice everywhere
Porn on the screen
Sex in the street
Vile foreign men
As I said in the House there are sewers beneath
Waiting to burst all over us
For you that I do these things
For you that I do these things