| Take me down to the floor
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| Shake me down to the core
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| Make me chomp at the bit
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| Watch me crawl and plead and fit
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| All the while you’re in control
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| Seeing right into my soul
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| Like a child I curl and cry
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| For the flesh I’ll taste tonight
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| Turn the screw hear the cream
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| Something juicy in between
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| Dripping, drenching, pouring out
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| Who is master there’s no doubt
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| With each scar I know my place
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| Marks of pleasure can’t erase
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| Smell the musk thick in the room
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| Warning all impending doom
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| You make me beg
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| You make me plead
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| You make me burn
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| (Make me bleed)
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| When I am torn, you lick my wounds
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| Then I return…
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| Turn the table time to feed
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| Time for you to beg and plead
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| With each thrust I spill out life
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| Draining out from deep inside
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| Body bursting to errupt
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| From your cup that I now sup
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| Ever flowing ecstasy
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| In your knees it’s time to feed
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| You make me beg
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| You make me plead
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| You make me burn
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| (Make me bleed)
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| When I am torn, you lick my wounds
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| Then I return… |