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Nurse RatchedYour eyes, like daggers, burn through his skinYou're so cold master, where do I begin? Your face like porcelain And his heart string Oh so thin Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin You're so cold master, where do I begin? She's a wild one She's a wild one next to me She's a wild one She's a wild one in the land that's supposedly free Supposedly me Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Your face like porcelain And his heart string Oh so thin Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin You're so cold master, where do I begin? |