| Hey baby make me wet
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| I’ll tie you to your bed
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| I’ll tie you to your bed
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| I’ll tie you to your bed
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| Mrs. Jones denies it’s strong
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| But we know that something’s wrong
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| All night long she screams and shouts
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| We know what it’s all about
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| Somewhere on the second floor
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| Behind the torture chamber door
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| Mr. Jones waits for demands
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| While he’s tied up by the hands
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| Hey baby make me wet
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| I’ll tie you to your bed
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| Hey baby make me wet
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| Sadist on stiletto heels
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| Mr. Jones likes how that feels
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| Nipples pierced with iron chains
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| Instruments for dirty games
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| There is no time for romance
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| She’s the devil in rubber pants
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| Sits down on his burning spear
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| Mr. Jones is filled with fear
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| Mr. Jones cries out with joy
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| When he sees the rubber toy
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| Twists his ass with horny pride
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| The dildo runs on dynamite
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| But Mrs. Jones she doesn’t know
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| His constrictor is about to blow
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| All that’s left of the family Jones
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| Is a pile of shit and a heap of bones
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| Hey baby make me wet
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| I’ll tie you to your bed
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| I’ll whip your body, make you sweat
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| Hey baby make me wet |