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Mazey
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I bite at the hand that feeds me, slap at the face that eats me, some type of animal cannibal, animal, cannibal
How do I meet the strangest men, they always seem to find me
Remember that time way back when I kissed a guy who ate his women friends
Now only dogs will follow me
Is he following
I bite at the hand that feeds me, slap at the face that eats me, some type of animal cannibal, made impressions on me
Have we met before
Possibly in Michigan
In some strange department store
We won't see him anymore
Who knows how some people turn to strange ones
Is it up to me to make them into dead ones
Here we go again
I bite at the hand that feeds me, slap at the face that eats me, some type of animal cannibal, animal, cannibal