The Amish hit girl hits a snag--
Running you over with a buggy turned out to be
Harder than it looked;
She wanted to dispatch you
She had to start the horses
One time, two times, three.
What, nothing to say?
Have you finally gone to the devil?
No more bonnets, no more scrapple?
The Amish hit girl
Can catch and grill you;
Take off her long black dress
And fucking thrill you.
She can quilt like a stone Dutch ho,
She can ring you without a phone,
Or just kill you.
The Amish hit girl...
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