The Empty Threats Of Little Lord

If I ever hurt you it will be in self-defense
 And if I ever hurt you it will be in self-defense
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 'Cause the podium's as high as the gallows are low
 Swing low, swing low, swing low
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 You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
 You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
 Oh, oh, oh
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 What will you do when the drink is all gone?
 Will you slam your fist down on the table?
 
 'Cause I'm not that kind of whore
 No, I'm not that kind of whore
 No, I'm not that kind of whore
 But I am a little lord
 No, I'm not that kind of whore
 But I am a little lord
 No, I'm not that kind of whore
 But I am a little lord
 Lord, grant me patience
 I am burning up inside
 And there are snakes out in the night
 All these kids have gone astray
 There are women with no meaning to their names when we say them
 There are wars to win for no leftover sinful days
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 So if I ever hurt you it will be in self-defense
 And if I ever hurt you it will be in self-defense
 And if you ever come at me I will hurt you
 Oh, If you ever come at me I will hurt you
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 Oh, If you ever come at me
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 You snake
 
 You snake
 
 You snake
 
 You snake
 You snake
 I wish you the best, you snake
 You are self-professed, you snake
 My heart's in my chest, you snake
 You can have the rest, you snake
 I wish you the best, you snake
 You are self-professed, you snake
 My heart's in my chest, you snake
 You can have the rest, you snake