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In her place one hundred candles burning |
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As salty sweat drips from her breast |
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Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying |
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They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get |
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Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine |
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I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? |
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Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying |
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They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get |
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I beg to serve, your wish is my law |
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Now close those eyes and let me love you to death |
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Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging |
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I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get |
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Let me love you too |
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Let me love you to death |
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Hey, am I good enough for you? |
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Am I for you? |
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Am I good enough for you? |
