She fills the bottle to its brim
To account for his egregious sins
There's no way to stop it, you can't taste it
He can't trace it back to anyone
He can only let it in
Ahh-ahh
Ahh-ahh
She's the poison in your blood
That'll be scratching at your door
She's the woman who plead mercy
As she laid upon your floor
She's the sharpening of teeth
She's the settling of scores
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