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She knows - about all the evil in this world |
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She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls |
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She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip |
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Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip |
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She makes me feel like a king |
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing |
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She says - come on and swing away from blue |
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She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue |
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She's got the power to make things turn out right |
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Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night |
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She makes me feel like a king |
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing |
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Eyes limped and pools of passion |
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Lips of deepest darkest damson |
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Fingers probing show white skin |
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Like a leather disciplinary |
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Looking rather predatory |
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Like an emissary of sin |
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She knows - we've got nothing more to lose |
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She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes |
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She says let's check out of this haunted hotel |
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Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell |
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She makes me feel like a king |
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing |
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She makes me feel like a king |
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing |
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She drags my world awake |
