| In her place one hundred candles burning
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| As salty sweat drips from her breast
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| Her hips move and I can feel what they’re saying, swaying
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| They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get
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| Black lipstick stains on her glass of red wine
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| I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
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| Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you’re saying, praying
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| They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get
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| I beg to serve, your wish is my law
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| Now close those eyes, and let me love you to death
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| Shall I prove that I mean what I’m saying, begging
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| I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get
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| Let me love you to
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| Let me love you to death
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| Hey am I good enough for you?
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| Hey am I good enough for you?
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| Am I?
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| Am I?
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| Am I good enough
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| For you? |