| I’m a glutton for your punishment
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| Slave tied up in the basement
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| Tied up so tight
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| I can’t get away
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| I would never admit it
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| Not even with a gun to my head
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| My revolution bends
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| through your room
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| Oh, we can’t pretend
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| that the world ain’t comin to an end
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| I, I can’t believe
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| that after all it didn’t mean a thing to you
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic kisses
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic love, love, love
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| Blood stains on your blue jeans
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| Broken glass in your hair
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| You caught your reflection
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| And laughed in the mirror
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| You’re way too much and you know it
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| You pop off every time that you speak
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| I think you might be psychotic
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| Just like me
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| Oh, we can’t pretend
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| that the world ain’t comin to an end
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| I, I can’t believe
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| that after all it didn’t mean a thing to you
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic kisses
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic love, love, love
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic kisses
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic love, love, love
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic kisses
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| I say yeahhh, sadistic love, love, love |