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The message you're about to hear is not meant for transmission |
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Should only be accessed in the privacy of your mind |
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Words are intense so my dear if you dare to listen |
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Take off your clothes |
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And Meet me between the lines |
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Are you ready for the touch that makes you go insane |
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Breast to lips to cheek to mane |
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I'll pull your hair, you'll feel no pain |
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Are you ready for the only forever we'll both obtain |
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The only joy in this forsaken game |
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You'll feel ashamed and ordained |
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When I lay my hands on you |
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The touch you're about to feel is the one you've been wishin' for |
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It's been here like an echo inside your space and time |
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It's about to get freaky cause the places that I'll be kissin' |
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Are the places that no other man could ever find |
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Oh wind up ready for... |
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The touch that makes you go insane |
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Breast to lips to cheek to mane |
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I'll pull your hair, you'll feel no pain |
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Are you ready for the only forever we'll both obtain |
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The only joy in this forsaken game (God forbid) |
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You'll feel ashamed and ordained (God forbid) |
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When I lay my hands on you |
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Nobody knows |
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Like God knows |
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Where the deepest part of your river flows |
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Snap Snap |
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Undo these nylon hose |
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Around your thigh my finger goes slowly |
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Like a cat tip-toes |
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Until I reach the cat's nose |
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I will touch thee in the softest manner |
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Like Europa in the hands of Santana |
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Are you ready for the touch that makes you go insane |
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Breast to lips to cheek to mane |
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I'll pull your hair, you'll feel no pain |
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Are you ready for the only forever we'll both obtain |
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The only joy in this forsaken game |
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You'll feel ashamed and ordained |
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When I lay my hands on you |
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When I lay my hands on you |