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Wrapped in leather and lace |
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She's waiting in the arms of Morpheus |
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To seduce the deads with its infinite charms |
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She's the fetish lady of the trees |
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When she sings |
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All the forest make love with her |
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Now covered only by the fog |
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She's still smile with her tender look |
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Crying on our cold corpses |
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She's the fetish lady of the trees |
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When she sings |
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All the forest make love with her |
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She cry for the rest of our soul |
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In her hand our hearts are so fresh |
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Please sing one more time for us ... |
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She's the fetish lady of the trees |
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When she sings |
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All the forest make love with her |
