Marshall Lee:
Good little girl
Always picking a fight with me
You know that I'm bad
But you're spending the night with me

What do you want from my world?
You're a good little girl

Fionna: Bad little boy
That's what you're acting like
I really don't buy
That you're that kind of guy

And if you are
Why do you want to hang out with me?

Marshall Lee:
Don't you know I'm a villain?
Every night, I'm out killing
Sending everyone running like children?

I know why you're mad at me
I got demon eyes and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears

Baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere
To me, you're clear transparent
You've got a thing for me, girl
It's apparent

Cake:
Oh oh, I got a hot potato
And I got two hot tomatoes
Well, they'll make a good sauce maybe
So I'll shake my bottle, baby

I'll shake it and shake it
And shake it and shake it
And shake it all over the table the table
For as long as I am able

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