| I was skipping down the block when I heard some moaning
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| It was Dorothy she said she need some loving
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| Who the fuck was I to say no?
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| I took her to the crib, popped in that one movie Ghost
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| And it was on, my clothes got to pealing
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| It was sexual healing, but with no feeling
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| I was sticking my dick into thin air
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| And right when I busted, Dorothy disappeared
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| When I met her it was January, middle of winter
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| I was alone up in my attic where nobody could hear her
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| It was just a cold gust of wind, I felt somebody pass through me
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| When I opened up my eyes, my only love appeared to me
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| Long hair, and she was bald in spots
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| And her skin was just as soft as a parking lot
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| And it was love at first sight
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| I’d never seen her again
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| And to this day I’m in my attic waiting on my girlfriend
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| Baby, I’m dead but I need you
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| I’m buried right here, and I’ll never leave you
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| (Baby) She’s deader then a doornail, looking for love
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| Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost
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| (Baby) She’s deader then a doornail, looking for love
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| Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost
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| I started blowing her up with s (c)ance after s (c)ance
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| It’s my turn, Violent J, to get in them pants
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| We went for ice cream but we almost got arrested
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| «Look he’s got a dead body and he’s over there molesting it»
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| I had to throw her in the trunk and take her to the crib
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| Cause mother fuckers always trippin, they need their money shit
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| We made love, rigor mortis set and my dick got stuck
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| But we didn’t give a fuck
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| Hold me forever tight Dorothy
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| I once met this chick, I believe her name was Dorothy
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| She had a banging body but her skin was kind of corpsey
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| I took her on a blind date, except this bitch was dead
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| I met her through my homie, guess he found her in his basement
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| I really didn’t mind cause at the time I' kind of lonely
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| Even though she’s dead, I only need someone to hold me
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| Was it a wise choice? |
| Only time will tell
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| But I had to fuckin leave cause she was deader then a doornail
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| Baby, I’m dead but I need you
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| I’m buried right here, and I’ll never leave you
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| (Baby) She’s deader then a doornail, looking for love
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| Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost
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| (Baby) She’s deader then a doornail, looking for love
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| Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost
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| She was looking like a ?? |
| but she was a little hotter
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| Then the average homeless bitch with the holes in the sweatshirt
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| Showing off a nipple ring scars and all
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| But the party don’t stop until she loses her bra
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| Panties are next to come, Oh Double F
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| But her sugar ain’t as tight as that hole in her neck
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| She don’t need respect, she just needs some dick
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| And me and the Lotus steady in and out of that ghastly shit
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| We hooked up at a block party
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| That’s the point where I remember
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| Sneaking into her house to smoke a couple joints
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| I smoked my light in there
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| She was hanging by surprise
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| With her fuck me boots, giving me the fuck me eyes
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| I took the ropes off, and bent her right over the washer
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| I took a little time cause body parts kept falling of her
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| I banged her fuckin neden until her head fell off
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| Picked it right back up so I could bust in her mouth
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| Baby, I’m dead but I need you
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| I’m buried right here, and I’ll never leave you
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| (Baby) She’s deader then a doornail, looking for love
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| Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost
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| (Baby) She’s deader then a doornail, looking for love
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| Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost
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| Baby, I’m dead but I need you
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| I’m buried right here, and I’ll never leave you
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| Baby
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| Baby |