Dollhouse Frotteur
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They wanted to treat you like a machine Justine
And now your head's in the guillotine
And as the people watch her powdered face hit the ground
The frotteur's in the crowd busy making his rounds

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He wants to use the Queen's merkin for his crown
But surely he knows this one will be his last
But by Cupid's spell his lust can never rest
Until his severed head looks up the Queen's dress