[Verse 1]
Well Mrs. Pharmacist, I insist
Fix me up with something quick
I’ve been a bad little boy and I think I’m getting sick
Sick to the bone
Slave to the flesh
Better put on my Sunday’s best
I’ve been a bad little boy... little boy

[Chorus]
I’ve got a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little secret
And I’m not, not, not, sure that I, I wanna keep it
So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos

[Post-Chorus]
Everyone’s got a secret
Whats yours? whats yours?
Don’t be shy, I’ll never repeat it

[Verse 2]
Oh, Mrs. Pharmacist
If I resist
Lock me up and bind my wrists
You’ve been a bad little girl...little girl
Close your eyes and listen close
I know just how much you love it
If you speak you lose your turn
So shut your mouth before I fuck it
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