| Smoulder, smoulder, days grow older,
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| Cinders glow, ashes blow.
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| Spread across the bedroom floor,
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| Where everybody wants to go…
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| I can taste you, I’ve got your hips in my mouth,
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| I can taste you inside out.
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| Tension, pressure falls upon me To satisfy her satisfaction.
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| Smother me, smother me.
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| Smother me, smother me.
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| Wrapped up, strapped up in this latex,
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| I feel claustrophobic.
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| I can taste you like a dirty gin martini,
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| I can taste you inside out.
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| Hold her, hold her, slowly mould her,
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| While she comes, while she comes.
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| Sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
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| When it’s time just let her go.
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| Rising, rising open wide,
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| Leaving all the worlds behind.
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| Smother me, smother me.
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| Smother me, smother me.
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| Laa te-da de-da da la,
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| Laa te-de da de-da da da.
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| Laa te-da de-da da la,
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| Laa te-de da de-da da da.
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| Laa te-da de-da da la,
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| Laa te-de da de-da da da.
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| Laa te-da de-da da la,
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| Laa te-de da de-da da da. |