| Sway your hips from side to side
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| Your golden legs they hypnotize
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| I am driven mad with lust
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| And I know your mouth ain’t one to trust
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| But I can’t help but want to feel
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| Your teeth against my skin
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| If you got fangs then sink’em in
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| There you stand, all dressed in black
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| With you hood pulled up
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| Ready for attack
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| As pale as a winter moon
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| And I’m locked into your heart shaped tomb
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| They way you move is so divine
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| It’s sending shivers through my spine
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| And I am locked into your gaze
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| And you are locked in mine
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| But I can’t help but want to feel
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| Your teeth against my skin
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| If you got fangs them sink’em in
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| And while the cobras dance
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| Around your feet like you’re a god
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| It only takes one bite for you to realize you are not
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| And while the cobras dance
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| Around your feet like you’re a god
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| It only takes one bite for you to realize you are not
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| But I can’t help but want to feel
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| Your teeth against my skin
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| If you got fangs them sink’em in
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| But I can’t help but want to feel
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| Your teeth against my skin
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| If you got fangs them sink’em in |