| Oh just think if you’re in hell
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| You can have sex with me
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| (ohh-ho-hooo)
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| Or do give me a call or some such thing
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| While I’m moist
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| Lady domina bizarre
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| Onetime hooker in suburbs like park
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| Had clients for sidelines in whipping and spanking
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| A dominatrix lashing socks and
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| Though legendary good had give her
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| Out of her leather she rarely slivered
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| Sometimes her punters would get very hot
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| Just by the suggestions implicitly her calling cards
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| Then a rated crotchless all boobs in
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| Old trumps, would always stop by
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| For a tot of her tried and tested techniques
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| For the champagne effects she induce from that prigs
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| Lady domina bizarre
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| Passed away last night
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| In one last mad
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| For too many years in mirrors she gazed
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| At the deep-seated lines that took her living away
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| Lady domina bizarre
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| Legendary hooker of tote rage park
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| A social service a hot wired spark
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| Who gave such sucker to such lonely hearts
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| For string of moments gave light to their dark
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| A fantasy heroine a willing tease
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| To all of the men to whom
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| She gave and release
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| Lady domina bizarre |