| I wish I don’t need you
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| I’ve been so deprived
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| Boy, when I’m with you
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| My hands are tied
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| My hands are tied
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| No Stockholm Syndrome
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| Full well you’re the devil
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| In disguise, feels right
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| Locked in your chains of love
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| Now I’m so miserable
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| When I’m free I just suffer
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| Too much, not enough
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| Locked in your chains
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| It ain’t love if it don’t hurt
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| No safety word
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| I wish I don’t need you
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| I’ve been so deprived
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| Boy, when I’m with you
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| My hands are tied
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| My hands are tied
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| Literally, literally, hopefully
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| To the bedpost
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| My hands are tied
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| Literally, literally, unconditionally
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| My hands are tied
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| My hands are tied
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| Two hands cover my screams
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| Porno on the big screen
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| You ain’t shy, don’t lie
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| I’ll try anything twice
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| Hit me when you coming
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| Safe shit got you running
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| I ain’t her, I can learn
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| I’ll try anything
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| It ain’t love if it don’t hurt
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| No safety word
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| I wish I don’t need you
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| I’ve been so deprived
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| Boy, when I’m with you
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| My hands are tied
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| My hands are tied
|
| Literally, literally, hopefully
|
| To the bedpost
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| My hands are tied
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| Literally, literally, unconditionally
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| My hands are tied
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| My hands are tied
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| And there’s nothing, nothing I can do
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| I ain’t deprived, I just wanna feel
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| You bring out the worst in me
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| And that ain’t how love’s supposed to be
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| And I ain’t disturbed, I just prefer
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| Let’s not pretend that we’re friends
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| I don’t care about your plans or how your day went
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| Just pin me up on the wall
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| Or the floor, or the bed, oh
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| All I want is to bring out the worst in you
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| All I want is to bring out the worst in you |