Текст песни
Come
here
little
boy
I'm
a
friend
of
your
mother's
I'll
give
you
a
candy
bar
if
you
get
in
the
car
Okay
He's
got
his
camera
And
deep
seeded
obsessions
His
nordic
heritage
And
sexual
frustrations
He
wants
to
be
Lief
Ericksson
To
discover
America
But
he's
not
He's
just
a
photographer
Who
likes
little
boys
in
viking
suits
He
likes
to
take
the
little
boys
Walking
home
from
school
In
his
neighborhood
Take
them
to
his
studio
And
dress
them
up
in
viking
suits
Words
of
wisdom
Each
one
rings
true
Watching
little
brothers
could
happen
to
you
So
don't
grow
up
to
be
a
guy
Who
takes
pictures
of
little
boys
in
viking
suits
Come
here
little
boy
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