Lyrics: Manripe

Manripe Manripe 4 Years Old / Found In The Lake Manripe Look at them... Dribbling drooling leering peering Sweating pints Of acrid lust Listen to them: Sneering, jeering, jibing, Vibing every little kitten That comes their way. Do you really want to go out there And meet the species? They'll love you for it You're just up their street Two hills Two holes A real treat Hills Holes Two of each kind Hills-smother Smother-holes Hills-dig Dig up holes Smother those hills Dig up those holes No-one's gonna know who dunnit I know them: S for "Slimey" C for "Cock" U for "Ugly" "Unsavoury" "Unneccessary" "Unsafe" M for... well, you know them don't you I won't hurt you I'll take care of you No harm will come to you Now you're mine Neo-natal neurosis Never wanna give you up Was gonna give you to the world one day But the world was full of muck Manripe! "Check the chick with the sexy voice" "And the silky shiny hair" "Those legs... they just go on forever...!" "And those buttocks... what a pair" Manripe "Firm pert rounded little titties" "Eyes open wide" "Wanna strap her down... Wanna fill her up Wanna burst her from inside" Won't hurt you Love you Protect you The world outside Neo-natal neurosis Never wanna give you up Was gonna give you to the world one day But the world was full of muck Succulent isn't she I love the way she moves Wanna watch her Smell her Have her near Wanna whisper in her ear Bushy, Bushy, quite contrary What does your garden hide? "All the fruits pink and soft and juicy That only my mummy can find" She's mine No Not Ever Never Yours Yes Is Always Forever Mine She's mine 4 Years Old / Found In The Lake Playing with Polly The plastic dolly Sunday... a walk in the park Tea will Polly under a tree Laughing with Polly Getting sticky with Polly and Cream buns... Telling Polly about The nice man We're going back to his house To watch Tom and Jerry on the telly He's no stranger He's my long lost uncle from America He told me so Mummy won't mind He'll drive us home She'll be so happy To see her brother again She'll hug and kiss him and maybe she'll Ask him to stay for dinner Used a winch to lift her out Took so long to get it right Boredom... chit-chat... Haven't seen you for years Weather's bad... cold fingers... Short show... long finale... Bloated greyish blob of flesh-like Blubber slumped on a stretcher dripping No-one touches it It won't move She'd been playing with Polly He'd been playing with her Now she looked just like Polly Only she was full of water... not air And yeah... half her cunt was missing. She was only four.

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