(static crackles)
Hey, Missy. Hi.
My name is Carensa Sanders,
and I'm recording this application
to be a Suicide Girl.
I figured if I could let you into my world,
here in heart-stopping Casper, Wyoming,
that maybe you'd let me in yours.
As you can tell by my bedroom,
I'm a typical high school senior.
My parents think I'm Little Miss "A" Student.
Little do they, know...
(knocking on door)
MAN: Carensa, why is this door locked?
What are you doing in there?
Nothing, Dad.
What are you doing in there?
Nothing, Dad.
I'll be right out.
Sorry. That was my Dad.
He's part of the reason I want to be a Suicide Girl.
I just don't fit in out here.
Missy, I know in my heart that I am a Suicide Girl.
All I've ever wanted is to be around other girls like me
who can accept me for who I really am.
(heavy metal music plays)
(crowd cheering)
♪ Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence? ♪
♪ One step from lashing out at you ♪
♪ You wanted to get under my skin, call yourself a friend ♪
♪ I've got more friends like you, what do I do? ♪
♪ Is there no standing by? ♪
♪ What it takes, who I am, where I've been-- Alone! ♪
♪ You can't be something you're not ♪
♪ Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me ♪
♪ A lesson learned in life ♪
♪ Known from the dawn of time ♪
♪ Re! ♪
♪ Spect! ♪
♪ Walk! ♪
♪ What did you say?! ♪
(distant siren wailing)
TAYLOR: Lindsay.
Lindsay.
Want to take overalls?
Sure, Mac.
Want to take overalls?
Sure, Mac.
What's going on? You all right?
Yeah.
I'm fine.
No shoes.
Strange.
MONROE: What is that all over her body?
It smells sweet.
It's not blood.
Looks like fake blood, movie blood.
Maybe cherry syrup?
Like from that movie Scream.
Something tells me we're not going to like
the way this picture ends.
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ I don't need to fight ♪
♪ To prove I'm right ♪
♪ I don't need to be forgiven, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
Captioning sponsored by CBS and CSI NY PRODUCTIONS
MESSER: "Til death do us part.
"Omen 'N..." someone.
Looks like they beat the name right off her chest.
That's pretty cold.
SID: Sharp object,
causing death by sharp force trauma.
Multiple puncture wounds in her chest
and the top of her cranium.
Depth of penetration?
About an inch deep in her head,
causing massive hemorrhaging beneath the wounds.
Mystery is her cranium is still very much intact.
HAWKES: No indentations.
It's almost as if her skull was perforated
with a spike of some sort.
What else?
Her left hand...
U-shaped bruising on the topside,
impact abrasion on her palm--
almost as if her hand was "stamped" on both sides.
HAWKES: I'm going to need to get a better look
at this chest piece.
What's bothering me
is that the wounds to the chest are localized.
It's almost as if someone was trying to remove the other name.
♪ I was born in New York City ♪
♪ New York ♪
♪ New York City... ♪
Yeah. I got it.
I just got off the phone with Intel.
Our t-shirt killer, Shane Casey's been spotted.
Where?
An ATM, in Battery Park.
Units are responding; risk assessment is still medium.
Notify our surveillance teams.
Tell them Ian Casey's defense attorney Jerry Ganvile
and Dr. Sheldon Hawkes are still viable targets.
I can't believe he's still out there.
What do we got here?
Welcome to the Rucker, Rucker Park.
It's a mecca in this city
for anyone who's ever put up a jump shot.
Kareem, Kobe, Earl the Goat--
they all played here.
Right.
they all played here.
Right.
Not to mention yours truly.
Really?
Yeah. I've been the resident Larry Bird, five years running.
FLACK: This is Alonzo "Chopper" Tevis,
aka "The human helicopter."
Just yesterday, I was up here
with my YMCA kids, watching him go one-on-one
with Dante Hope of the Knicks.
It was unbelievable.
ANNOUNCER: All tied up here.
Next basket wins $50,000.
Look out for Chopper. Here he comes. Here he comes.
Watch the spin move! Oh, he got him!
(crowd cheering)
CHOPPER: Rucker is love, love, baby!
We holding down basketball for all of New York.
Yeah!
FLACK: And in the end, David slew Goliath.
He definitely was a playground legend.
Pockets are turned out, like he was robbed.
He did take home a check for 50 grand.
Where's home?
Right here, the street.
We got a crescent-shaped gash on his head.
Someone was using his head for batting practice.
There aren't many baseball bats that would leave this behind.
Jagged at the end, like it was broken off from something.
And abrasions on his forearms.
Piece of glass just below the elbow,
and trauma to his knees.
Blood trail.
Directionality indicates he came from out there somewhere.
Medium velocity blood spatter.
Could be where the head injury was inflicted.
Drag marks come from up there.
Let's see if we can find the top of the trail.
So Chopper wins the tournament, leaves the park and crawls back.
The trail starts here.
This doesn't make sense, Mac.
Given the severity of his injuries,
this just isn't enough blood.
Maybe he was beaten somewhere else and dumped here.
Still doesn't explain the blood spatter at the end of the alley.
And then he dragged himself all the way
back to the basketball court. Why? Where was he going?
Or who was he trying to get away from?
♪ ♪
S.G.
What the hell does that mean?
I know what S.G. stands for.
Yeah, I actually used to date one of them.
And, uh, yeah, she-she kind of broke my heart...
Never mind, never mind that.
What's this mean?
Oh, uh, she's a Suicide Girl.
♪ ♪
♪ Get back to the beginning, Jane ♪
♪ Go back, Jane ♪
♪Go back, Jane ♪
♪Go back, there's no time for love ♪
♪ It's the way of the wicked ♪
♪ More victims of fear ♪
♪ More into life where pain... ♪
♪ In the hour or zero ♪
♪ In the hour of zero ♪
♪ In the hour of zero... ♪
I'm looking for Missy Suicide.
The founder of the Suicide Girls.
I'm Missy.
All right. Who are you two?
Zoli Suicide.
Amina Suicide.
You guys sisters?
We all take the same last name.
I'm looking for a first name.
Is she a part of your club?
Oh, my God.
That's Omen.
Omen?
Omen's her
Suicide Girl stage name. Her real name's Carensa Sanders.
When's the last time you guys saw her?
MISSY: Omen was at the punk show with us last night.
We opened for Thrill Kill.
We do this skit from themovie Carrie
before the main band.
That explains the fake blood.
She had a tattoo on her chest
that said "Till Death Do Us Part." Omen and someone.
You know who that might be? A boyfriend?
She have a girlfriend?
What are the Suicide Girls?
Group of girls contemplating suicide?
(Messer laughs)
MISSY: No.
We're a sisterhood of 1,200 punk rock, pierced, goth, glam,
pin up girls.
We're not the Baywatch girls or the Playboy bunnies.
Or the Pussycat Dolls.
MISSY: of this generation.es
The Suicide Girls are
about being strong, sexy and confident,
and above all... unique.
Whose is this?
Mine.
What are you doing with a trash picker?
Picking up trash.
I'm doing community service for the sanitation department.
Assault charge. Fistfight.
Bitch deserved it.
Oh, I bet. Why aren't you out beautifying the city right now?
I'm on my one-hour regulation break.
Missy's shooting our new sets.
Looks like I got a set of my own.
A sharp object... testing positive for blood.
♪ ♪
Doc, I got your beep. What's up?
Hey.
Trash picker came back positive for blood, negative for human.
Negative for human?
Yeah.
Well, what is it?
Rattus Norvegicus.
MESSER: It's a rat.
Amina was telling the truth.
I'm doing community service for the sanitation department.
Assault charge.
All is not lost.
Sid found a green substance in the punctures of Omen's skull.
What kind of substance?
Shoe polish.
Hey.
Tell me Omen was stomped to death. Am I right?
I don't think so, Danny.
There were no
abraded wounds to the skull like you'd expect
if it were a stomping case.
This girl was bludgeoned.
SID: Uh, you two
have a visitor.
Carensa Sanders' mom's
in the conference room.
Did you, uh, tell her to come down?
No.
Well, why don't you take it?
I'm gonna follow up with the shoe polish.
Oh, sure. Leave me with the distraught mom.
Stick Lindsay with the jobs nobody wants.
Hey, what's the matter with you?
You've been acting funny since we got to the crime scene.
Look, I need you to take this, okay?
Why?
(sighs)
I'm no good with mothers.
All right?
Fathers, I can give bad news to all day long.
I can't face mothers.
I need you to take it.
All right.
Okay, I got it.
(sighs)
MESSER: I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Sanders.
Your daughter-- she had a tattoo on her chest
that read "Til Death
Do Us Part." Omen and... someone.
I don't know anything about any tattoos, Detective Messer.
Before she ran away from home,
you'd have to tie her down to give her a shot.
(sighs)
No. This is not my daughter.
Mrs. Sanders, I'm afraid we have her prints.
That's not what I'm saying, young man.
What I am saying is, this is not the daughter that I raised.
With the body piercing
and the tattoos.
She looks like some sort of freak.
Does she look like a normal 18-year-old to you?
That's-That's really not my place to judge.
I don't know your daughter.
But what I did know is that she loved you.
(clears throat)
My apologies if I offended you.
Just take a look.
(sighs)
There's so much more I have to tell her.
I never told her...
(sighs)
(car horns honking)
♪ ♪
C.O.D.-- blunt force trauma.
Also have quite a few injuries.
Start with the right wrist.
TAYLOR: Burn marks isolated
in a definable pattern.
Right, and showing early signs of healing,
which means he was burned
at least six to eight hours prior to death.
But I couldn't determine the source.
Moving down to the leg area.
Compound fractures of the right tibia and fibula.
BONASERA: Took incredible will
to crawl as far as he did.
Yeah.
From the street to the court.
Needle marks on his insteps.
These aren't fresh, Sid.
Means he's an ex-addict.
Given his good
physical condition,
I'd say he hadn't used in months.
BONASERA: By the looks of it,
this guy might've been trying to turn his life around.
And this is how he's repaid?
All right, shoe polish
was found in the wound, maybe the murder weapon
was a shoe, right?
Next step, we find the shoe, we find the killer.
MESSER: That might do it.
If Omen wasn't stomped, it's likely the killer
held her stiletto like this
and attacked her with the heel.
Let me give this dummy a beating.
Wait!
Let me get out of the way.
Is it safe?
I'll tell you one thing-- whoever did this
got blood all over them.
All right, look at me.
Do I look like something out of that movie Saw?
Whoa.
Medium velocity spatter.
Nice. Listen, I got a lead.
Did some digging.
Went to the punk rock venue
where the Suicide Girls were last night.
Found this.
"The Creepy Carries."
HAWKES: Nine Suicide Girls all wearing green stilettos.
Minus Omen.
That's eight suspects.
So, if the shoe fits...
Hey.
I'm in partial print hell over here
with this glass from Chopper's arm.
(computer trilling)
(computer beeps)
So, what did you make out
with the fragment in Chopper's head?
It's brass, but my print didn't yield anything.
Now this you can run with.
Dante Hope, the next big thing in the NBA.
(director shouting directions)
DIRECTOR: Cut, Dante. That was great.
All right, we have to rerig for the next shot.
Kill Chopper?
Y'all are trippin'.
Are you telling us it didn't hurt to have a streetballer
take you down?
You, the NBA's next best thing?
(cheering and applause)
(applause and cheering)
BONASERA: I'm sure it cost you some
of that flash money that they throw at you.
Don't y'all read the papers?
I just inked a $70 million
contract.
Losing to some old school chump don't mean nothing.
We also have your print
on a piece of glass.
It was embedded in Chopper's arm.
Did you two go at it after the game?
Man, what are y'all talking about?
Chopper beat me yesterday,
but I had nothing but respect.
Real recognizes real.
And check this.
If things would have gone differently,
it would have been Chopper playing for the money
and me hustling games at the park.
You feel me?
No, I don't feel you.
If I find out
you're lying, you're gonna be feeling me.
You brought your green stilettos.
Thank you.
Do I get them back?
In time.
Name?
Fractal Suicide.
Name?
Fractal Suicide.
♪ ♪
Fractal?
You, uh,
mind spelling that?
N-I-X-O-N.
Nixon. Like Tricky Dick.
Hey, you've got quite a nice jaw line.
Maybe I'll take you home with me?
Back to my question, all right?
Who was Omen seeing?
Omen saw a lot of guys.
And girls.
Mostly women.
A woman understands a woman.
♪ Gonna get myself into it, gonna get myself into it ♪
Okay, out with the gum.
Razzi, do you need me
to give you a time-out?
♪ Gonna get myself into it, gonna get myself... ♪
Classy.
WOMAN: Sawa's my name
and nothing for you is my game.
Shutting off now. Bye.
Is that your natural hair color?
Answer the question, Alice.
Al.
♪ It's a chance of a lifetime ♪
Where are your green stilettos, Al?
I tossed them last night.
They had corn syrup
all over them from the punk show.
You're a scientist.
You know glucose is murder on pleather.
The plastic ripples.
They were ruined
so I tossed them.
Or maybe you threw them out
because they were covered in blood.
"...you are at my side."
I appreciate you, too, Stella.
(laughs)
What's it from? A greeting card?
No, actually, it's from Chopper's prayer card.
(bell tolling)
Father, we found this prayer card shoved into Chopper's sock.
It has the name of the church and the date written on it.
Yeah...
Chopper dropped by yesterday morning.
He's been coming around a lot lately.
You know, trying to do better
in his life.
Making progress, too.
At one time, he worked out with ten NBA teams,
but that phone call never came.
And then the drugs got him.
BONASERA: Father, what did the two
of you talk about yesterday before the game?
Well, he took confession.
I was minding my own business saying a prayer,
and this dude rolls up on me with this proposition.
He says he wants me to throw the game.
The man said he'd give me $100,000.
Can you believe that, Father?
But would it be so wrong? I mean,
that kind of money
changes people's lives.
Can you tell us who he was talking about?
Wouldn't say.
Did he light a candle?
These caused the burns on Chopper's wrist.
Hmm.
It's a melted button.
I told you I'm not going to throw the game.
Wrong answer, Chopper.
(screams)
It looks like a face.
The eyes, the nose.
Must be customized.
Hmm.
Narrows our search.
BONASERA: This is an enhanced image of the button we found at the church.
On the right is the imprint I found on Chopper's pants.
They're an exact match.
Looks like some kind of logo.
Or a trademark?
(phone rings)
Taylor.
Where?
Hey, what about Shane Casey?
All right.
They didn't pick him up.
Oh, damn.
Flack got a hit off Chopper's 50 grand.
His ex-wife
deposited it into her bank account.
I'm going to stay here.
See if I can't make a deal with the devil.
You forged his signature, Ms. Tevis.
That's right. He left the check
and I cashed it.
So, if Chopper really gave it to you...
He did give it to me.
Chopper owed me. He intended me to have it.
FLACK: Okay, fine.
Then why didn't he just endorse it himself?
Look, I didn't kill him, okay?
It went down
just like I said.
So he came back here after the game...
And we got to arguing before he signed it.
It's over.
Just get out
and take that money with you.
Kendra, come on, you're more important to me
than any damn check.
All I'm asking for
is a second chance, baby, please.
No, no, just go.
Mrs. Tevis, were you at the game?
I watched from this window
and I cried when he won.
(crowd cheering)
Yeah, baby, yeah!
When we first met, I knew there was something good
deep down inside Chopper.
Last Christmas, he calls me, telling me
he wants to get back together,
but I said, "Hell, no."
It's too late.
I had already let him go.
(door opens)
Yo.
What's up, blue?
Sorry about your father.
(sighs) Yeah.
Excuse me.
What'd you and Danny get out of Missy, Amina,
and-- what is it-- Zoli?
MONROE: Yeah, zippo.
Zippo on Zoli and Amina.
Missy is the only sane one
in that gaggle.
Mm.
in that gaggle.
Mm.
So what's next?
Well, I'm gonna go take a look at Omen's chest,
see if I can't figure out who's the other half
of "Till Death Do Us Part."
♪ ♪
"Till death do us part.
"Omen 'N
Al."
(loud punk rock music playing)
(crowd shouting)
(screaming)
Hey, hey, hey.
Let go of me, pig! Let go!
Hey, take it easy.
(punk song continues playing)
(song ends)
(sighs)
"Ymonster"? That's your name?
Wow, what's with all
the nicknames these days?
Do me a favor, Ymonster, take your boots off my desk.
There you go.
Now talk to me.
What's your beef with Alice over there?
YMONSTER: My beef?
More like her beef.
She just jealous 'cause I hooked up with her girl
a couple of nights ago.
We were both drunk,
she was having girl problems.
Guess she broke up with her girlfriend, Al.
Omen and I got to talking,
and I ended up becoming her tattoo artist.
I did her chest piece for her as a favor,
help her win her girl back.
What happened to your jeans?
That rip-- what's that, a burn mark?
Yeah, I burned my pant leg
on the tailpipe of my Harley Sportster.
Didn't burn my leg though.
Why don't you lift it up, let me see.
All right.
You beat guys up often?
(sighs): Only when they've hooked up with my girlfriend.
You and Omen were lovers?
At least I loved her.
Did you know the wording Omen had tattooed on her chest?
No. I knew she was getting her chest ink done
the night of the show, but, she said it was a surprise for me.
Well, I think I know what the surprise was.
"Till death do us part.
Omen 'N Al."
You.
Apparently, she loved you, too.
(sniffles)
(computer bleeping)
(engine revving)
BONASERA: Here's our logo.
Lucky for us it was custom ordered
by Hector Moody.
Damn!
Hey, hey, Moody!
(grunting)
"To Clay, Love Lily"
MOODY: Never seen it before.
Nice try.
Did you forget that I was right behind you in the alley
when you decided to have your liquidation sale?
I'm all about business.
Ah, that's right, loan-sharking, drugs,
gambling, fencing stolen goods.
How much was Chopper Tevis into you for?
You how interest mounts up.
The only things mounting up
in your world, brother, are charges.
I had this watch dusted for prints
and put through the system,
and guess what? I got one.
Gave me a link to a piece of metal
sticking out of Chopper's head.
Piece of metal?
Where'd you get the watch, Moody?
From one of your goons that killed Chopper?
Hell, no.
Some young entrepreneur sold it to me.
Man, he lifted it off some tourists.
Yeah? And might you have a name
for this young, business-minded fella?
Do your own damn legwork.
You leaned on him, Moody.
You offered Chopper a hundred grand to blow the game.
It's simple, Chop.
You stick with Dante, play him tight,
let him win at the end.
You do that... you get a hundred grand.
I was just offering Chopper a way to get out from under.
He was a two-to-one underdog
a week ago, but he was training like a fiend,
and the odds dropped to even money.
No, you thought you could twist
the arm of an ex-addict
and he would just jump at the chance, but he didn't.
So, naturally, you had to teach him a lesson.
(tires screeching)
(Chopper cries out)
(groaning)
So you say.
Me and my lawyer say different.
We're at a dead end with Moody,
but what's troubling me is that stolen watch.
Maybe we should work it from the other end.
See if there's a complaint report filed by any tourists.
Moody won't give us what we need, maybe they will.
LILY: We were robbed!
A man with a gun.
We were just leaving Rucker Park.
MAN: Was anyone injured?
LILY: No, but he took all our money
and my husband's watch. What should we do?
MAN: As long as no one was hurt,
you'll have to go to the precinct and fill out a report.
LILY: But we're not from here.
DANNY: All right, let's talk it out.
Omen and Al were lovers, okay?
But we don't have Al's shoes.
She tossed them.
Ymon--
Ymon-- monster, whatever that kid's name was,
he was at the punk show last night.
But so was every kid under the age of 20, so...
Omen was found without her shoes.
The killer could've used her shoes
as a murder weapon and then tossed them.
Sure, probably, but we don't have the shoes,
so we can't prove anything. All we have left
is this stamp on both sides of Omen's hand.
I got it.
You know those vintage motorcycles?
The Harley Sportsters?
Anyway, they still have kick starters.
You have to kick down to start the bike.
So the semicircle
on the top of the hand
could be from the heel of a boot.
And the bottom bruising is...
From the foot peg.
And I interrogated that Ymonster kid.
He said he rides a Harley Sportster.
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
Hey, shut your bike off.
Don't do it!
(tires screeching)
"'Til Death Do Us Part.
Omen 'N Al."
Ymonster?
AKA,
your real name, Albert Leinhart.
Al for short.
What happened?
Get yourself caught up in a love triangle
or was this just some wishful thinking?
(grunts softly)
Sorry.
You all right?
Want to stop?
No.
I want this moment to be special for us.
Let me make sure I got this right.
You want "'Til Death Do Us Part."
"Omen 'N Al"?
And you thought "Omen 'N Al" meant you and her.
What you never figured was it was her and her.
That's perfect.
"'Til Death Do Us Part. Omen 'N Al."
She is gonna be so excited.
She?
Oh, I got to go. The punk show starts in an hour.
Thanks. Bye.
So your ego was bruised.
I mean, you thought just 'cause you took Omen out
that one night, it was all about Omen and Al--
Mr. Albert Leinhart.
But then you went to the club,
and you found out who the real Al was.
Al Suicide.
(rock music playing)
(motorcycle engine running)
Want to play head games?
"Omen 'N Al"? You're kidding me, right?
You played me, bitch.
(grunting)
(engine starts)
I did everything I could to cover my tracks.
I threw the stilettos in the Hudson.
Cleaned every inch of my bike.
How'd you know?
How'd you know I killed Omen?
Hawkes.
Blood.
You made the mistake most killers make.
You didn't use your head.
BONASERA: This is yours, correct?
LILY: Thank God you found it.
I gave it to Clay for our anniversary.
You called 911 to report that you'd been robbed
after the game.
You were told to come to the precinct, file a report.
You never showed. Why?
We just wanted to get out of there.
We're from out of town.
Why don't you tell us about the robbery.
CLAY: Well, it all happened so fast.
Right after the game,
we went straight back to the car.
Hey! Give me your wallet!
Hey, man!
Take it easy.
Give me your wallet!
I'm getting it.
Shut up, give it to me!
I'm getting it.
Shut up, give it to me!
It's fine, there you go, take it.
You, take his watch off.
Give him the watch, honey.
Give me the watch!
"Teacher of the Year Award."
That's quite an honor.
And a murder weapon.
What the hell do you mean murder?
Oh, my God, Clay.
CLAY: Be quiet, Lily.
We had just been mugged.
Lily!
We could have died, and then, as if that wasn't bad enough...
You got a flat tire.
We just made it around the corner.
So you stopped to change the tire.
And this man, he crawled right up to us.
I was already scared to death from the mugging.
How much longer is it gonna be, honey?
Honey, just wait in the car, okay?
Just wait in the car.
(screams)
Help me.
I don't have anything!
We don't have anything!
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Don't touch me!
I need some help, please.
Honey! Honey!
Help me, please.
He just came from out of nowhere.
I didn't think
I hit him that hard.
I just wanted to him to leave us alone.
Look, it's not like
we went up there to kill anybody.
We just wanted to watch a basketball game.
A basketball game won by Chopper Tevis.
The man you refused to help and ended up killing.
Need some help cleaning up?
Sure.
♪ I'm not worried ♪
♪ All round me burdens ♪
♪ Seem to fall ♪
♪ I'm not worried at all ♪
♪ No, I'm not evil ♪
♪ I just cannot see ♪
♪ He told me to pray ♪
Hey! Give me the watch.
Give it to me!
Okay, take it easy.
♪ Just for me ♪
(groaning)
MOODY: Helicopter man.
You've been grounded.
♪ No, I'm not evil ♪
(screams)
Help me.
I don't have anything!
♪ I just cannot see ♪
Honey!
♪ He told me to pray ♪
Kendra!
♪ Just for me ♪
♪ All round me burdens ♪
♪ Seem to fall ♪
♪ I'm not worried at all. ♪
(music fades)
(clears throat)
My turn.
I'll do it.
You sure?
Yeah.
It's the job.
I know in my heart that I am a Suicide Girl.
All I've ever wanted is to be around other girls like me
who can accept me for who I really am.
I-I want to live the life
that my mother never had a chance to.
I want to be a part of something.
I want to be happy and belong.
I just want to be loved.
I just want somebody to love me.
(sobbing): I loved you.
I loved you.
(sobbing)
Nixon Suicide, right?
You're free.
Never wasn't.
Feel like going out
for a couple of cocktails, maybe knock back a couple,
see where the night takes us?
Well, I got to say, that's pretty tempting,
but I don't think that's such a good idea.
Maybe next time.
Being with a Suicide Girl,
you don't know what you're missing.
(punk music playing)
Let's get out of here.
♪You love it when I'm bad ♪
♪ You love it, you love it ♪
♪You love it when I'm bad ♪
♪ You love it, you love it ♪
♪You love it when I'm bad ♪
♪ You love it, you love it ♪
♪You love it when I'm bad ♪
♪ You love it, you love it ♪
♪ You love it, love it, baby, when I'm hard to handle ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
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