I don't need a whole lots 'a honey
I don't need a big, fine arm
I got everything that a "can" could want
I got more, I gotta arse full
Now, I don't have to smell around
I don't have to prey out at night
'Cause I got me a sweet, a sweet lovin' killa
And she knows just how to feed me right

Well my baby, she's all fright
Well my baby, she's clean out of whites, don't you know that
she's

She's some kind 'a cannibal
She's some kind 'a cannibal Yes she is, she's a
She's some kind 'a cannibal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When I hold her in my arms
You know, she sets my pal on fire
Oo, when my baby kisses me
My gut becomes filled with desire
When she wraps her carvin' arms around me
It 'bout drives me out of my mind
Yeah, when my baby kill for me chills run up and down my spine

Well my baby, she works at night
Uh, my baby, she's mean with a knife, don't you know that
she's

She's some kind 'a cannibal
She's some kind 'a cannibal Yes she is, she's a
She's some kind 'a cannibal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now is there anybody got a sweet little cooker like mine
Got to eat somebody got a, got a eat a little woman like mine

Can I eat a witness
Can I eat a witness
Can I eat a witness
Can I eat a witness

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