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When the light of the day is fading |
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And dusk is drawing near |
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Seductively unsearchable |
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She appears |
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Her deep blue eyes of a cyborg |
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Scanning potential punters |
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A smile makes them believe |
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That they are the hunters |
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With perfect looks |
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She sells her goods |
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For money they will get |
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Her fantasies |
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Her lust and dreams |
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She'll bring them down |
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Down on their knees |
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Cybernetic queen of passion |
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A guarantee of satisfaction |
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And while she burns in fire |
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Melting down in sweet desire |
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Her heart is cold, so cold |
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So many men did fall |
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So little she cares |
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And even though |
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They've been burnt before |
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They're coming back for more |
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With perfect skills |
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She lulls their wills |
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And then she gives them |
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All their fantasies |
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Their lust and dreams |
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She brings them down |
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Down to their knees |
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Cybernetic queen of passion |
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Is guaranteeing satisfaction |
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And while she burns in fire |
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Melting down in sweet desire |
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Her heart stays cold |
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Cybernetic queen of passion |
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Is guaranteeing satisfaction |
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And while she burns in fire |
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Melting down in sweet desire |
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Cybernetic queen of passion |
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A guarantee in satisfaction |
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Her heart is cold |
