Baltimore Strangler Lyrics

She's got a neck
Built for my hands
The way a pine
Grows for the sawThey say I hate women
They couldn't be more wrong
They couldn't be more wrongShe's got a pierced lip
And a Mohawk
And a strut
That reminds me of a tiger
I think she's a waitress
At rocket to VenusI've seen her flipping
Records at reptilian
The other day
I followed her
All the way
From Hopkins to the harbor
I lost her in the crowd
When the O's game let out

I never saw that girl again
And it's a shame
I just wanted to hold her
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda
Songwriters
ADAM JARVIS, BLAKE HOLLINGSWORTH HARRISON, J.R. HAYES, JOSEPH SCOTT HULLPublished by
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