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If Linda Blair was my Lolita, her head would spin.
She would levitate, vomit green,
beat a priest - what a teen!
Dick Clark would grin.
And foul things'd spurt without discretion
from her tiny mouth.
She'd say: Spank me, spank me, spank me DADDY!
Mommy's in bandages 'n' smoking too,
she doesn't like it when I tell her to.
I don't know what's come over me.
I'm not myself today,
Linda's all the rage -
the Devil's underage.
Get that cross right out of there girl,
you don't know where it's been.
You're 13, underage, into bondage.
It's just a phase.
You're too young to sin,
speak in tongues backwards in Latin.
Let me hear you say:
Spank me, spank me, spank me DADDY!
Comin' downstairs just to piss on the rug,
she's gonna get all my gnarly love.
I don't know what's come over me.
I'm not myself today,
Linda's all the rage -
the Devil's underage.
The power of Christ compels you.
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