PUT YOUR HANDS UP (for Detroit)
Put your hands up 'cause I told you to
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I put my hands up, 'cause I'm a single lady
But with hands up I can't hug myself
And I just want to feel some arms
And so this gun will keep me warm
Happiness, is a warm gun
Shooting them / release I need
My bullets tear through flesh
Like your words tore through my soul
I'm not alone when surrounded by bodies
You can't leave me if you're dead
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You get a little kinky
Handcuffs around my wrists
You're rough (you know I like it)
You play cop and I'll play me
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