Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just "ripple" said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile, smile
It's true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
(And bruises)
Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed, "I just completely love you
There's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch, I'll even cut off my finger
It'll grow back like a starfish
It'll grow back like a starfish
It'll grow back like a starfish"
Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he, checking time, did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy
I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very, very happy
So please hurt me
I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very, very happy
So come on and hurt me
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
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