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She was smoking up all his cigarettesAnd putting 'em out in his handShe said that you think this hurts now, kid, wellJust wait till later manThis is fucking torture to me, it's fucking tortureNefarious, nefariousIt's enough to have to meet yaNefarious, nefariousAnd there's nothing that could reach yaWhat's good, what's not so goodSometimes it's hard for her to tellWhat's good, what's not so good,Sometimes it's hardWhen she knows you so well and when she knows you so wellAnd now your teeth are red and there's a little bit about you I don'tWanna know, uh huhAnd now your teeth are all red and there's a little bit about you IDon't wanna know, uh huhBut when there's something that wants this much to happen,There's no need to be alarmed.But I'm not so sure if I want to get in that car,Because I caught you cheating, and caulking your chairAnd now your teeth are all red and there's a little bit about you IDon't wanna know, uh huhAnd now your teeth are all red and there's a little bit about you IDon't wanna know, uh huhSongtexteNefarious, nefariousIt's enough to have to meet yaNefarious, nefariousAnd there's nothing that could reach yaAnd you're tearing me apart, tearing me apart,It's enough to have to meet ya. Aus Songtexte Mania