Itsy Bitsy Razor:

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The itsy bitsy razor,

Crawled up her thighs last night,

Down came the blade,

And sliced and sliced and sliced,

Out came the blood,

And drowned her demons dead,

And the itsy bitsy razor,

Latched inside her head.

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