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Take me down to the floor |
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Shake me down to the core |
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make me chomp at the bit |
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Watch me crawl and plead and fit |
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All the while you're in control |
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Seeing right into my soul |
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Like a child I curl and cry |
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For the flesh I'll taste tonight |
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Turn the screw hear the cream |
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Something juicy in between |
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Dripping, drenching, pouring out |
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Who is master there's no doubt |
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With each scar I know my place |
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Marks of pleasure can't erase |
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Smell the musk thick in the room |
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Warning all impending doom |
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You make me beg |
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You make me plead |
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You make me burn |
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(Make me bleed) |
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When I am torn, you lick my wounds |
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Then I return... |
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Turn the table time to feed |
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Time for you to beg and plead |
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With each thrust I spill out life |
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Draining out from deep inside |
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Body bursting to errupt |
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From your cup that I now sup |
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Ever flowing ecstasy |
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In your knees it's time to feed |
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You make me beg |
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You make me plead |
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You make me burn |
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(Make me bleed) |
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When I am torn, you lick my wounds |
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Then I return... |
