hey, you've got an unnerving face, and twitching eyes like norman bates. you got a cigarette, eye on a mirror. farm boy brown gas station sweeper, you took that girl, you put the saddle on her. just thirteen, she's her daddy's apple. and she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh. hey, your daddy's whiskey sam, he's got bloodshot eyes like ray milland playing solitaire, your mother fidgets. you wanna be rich but you won't dig ditches. she bitches like a brat, she got the money. people breaking their necks and she thinks it's funny. where's your old man now? nobody's home, uh-huh. kidnapper.
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