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Fruit on the vine. You get yours, I get mine. Meat on your bones. They won't know, they won't know. [Chorus] I loathe your face, just get away. I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me. I'm on my way, to feel you, dislocate. Saving your space. I'm open, wide open. [Chorus] I loathe your face, just get away. I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me. Like me, like me, like me. [Chorus] I loathe your face, just get away. I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me. Me, me, me