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    Creeping up the backstairs
    Slinking into dark stalls
    Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs
    Furtive eyes peep out of holes
    She has many guises
    She'll do what you want her to
    Playing dead and sweet submission
    Cracks the whip deadpan on cue

    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo

    Reeking like a pigsty
    Peeling back and gagging free
    Flaccid ego in your hand
    Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?
    She's jeering at the shadows
    Sneering behind a smile
    Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
    Into the face of the beguiled

    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo

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    Golly jeepers
    Where'd you get those peepers?
    Peepshow, creepshow
    Where did you get those eyes?

    Strobe lights pump and flicker
    Dry lips crack out for more
    'Come bite on this rag doll, baby
    That's right, now hit the floor'
    They're sneaking out the back door
    She gets up from all fours
    Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
    Curdle into bitter tears

    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo
    Peek-a-boo

    Golly jeepers
    Where'd you get those peepers?
    Peepshow, creepshow
    Where did you get those eyes?
    Golly jeepers
    Where'd you get those peepers?
    Peepshow, creepshow
    Where did you get those eyes?
    Golly jeepers
    Where'd you get those peepers?
    Peepshow, creepshow
    Where did you get those eyes?
    Where did you get those eyes?
    Where did you get those eyes?

    Song details

    Composition: Susan Ballion, Steven Severin, Blister Pete, and John Mercer

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