| One o one point one Fahrenheit
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| To some it’s a fever, to her it’s just right
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| and I can’t hold her
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| and it’s bringin’me down
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| her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold
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| a devil with an angels face I’ve been told
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| I think I’ll press my luck next time you’re around
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| I’d walk through fire for you
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| I’d burn in hell to make it all true
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| I never loved anyone else in this world but you
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| a thousand reasons why I try to prove to you
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| I’m not the other guy
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| I don’t give a damn what other people think
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| a flare for the strange and a temper like a whip
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| a soft hand clutches a riding crop grip
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| smell of latex rubber-drives me insane
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| beat him once then send him on his way
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| there’s no room in your life for anyone to stay
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| engrave your moniker in welts of pain
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| there’s nothin I wouldn’t do to prove
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| to make these words I promised true
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| I’d rather live my life alone than without you
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| you know I’d rather die then to fuck this up wouldn’t get another try
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| got one chance there’s nothing I wouldn’t do you be my master I’ll be your servant
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| on my knees I beg to be abused
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| You can take the skin right off my back
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| with a riding crop or a leather strap
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| I’d take it all just to be with you |