| Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand
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| A gentle woman for a gentleman?
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| He said, «It's been fine so far but after a while
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| I want more than a soft style
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| I want some slashes
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| To go with those long eyelashes. |
| «And so the bedroom became the black room
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| But a year later he wanted something more
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| Something I wasn’t quite prepared for
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| He said, «Every woman has an itch
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| And every nice girl secretly wants to switch. |
| "
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| «I like how the skins look on your white hands
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| I’d like you to deliver one of my demands. |
| «He said, «Every woman has an itch
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| And every nice girl wants to switch. |
| «He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles
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| And said «God never gives you more than you can handle.»
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| I sat astride his chest, «It's just a thrill,» he said
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| As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, «it's just breath control.»
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| He whispered «Hold me here» and I did and his head fell back
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| He whispered «Press harder» and I did and his eyes rolled back
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| It’s just breath control. |
| Just breath control
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| I saw him go pale. |
| I saw him seize up
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| I felt something creep up like a taste for this
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| Like a reward
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| A kind of love
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| A kind of lustmord
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| It was a minute then three then five then ten
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| He wasn’t coming up again
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| I held on for twelve
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| I saw him seize and thrash and twist
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| And when he was still, I lifted away my wrists
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| And looked at my hands
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| And tried to understand
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| «It's just a thrill» I said
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| As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed
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| I sat aside his chest
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| «It's just a thrill,» he said
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| «just a thrill. |
| It’s just breath control.»
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| When it was over, I slipped off the skins
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| And drowned them in the river where we used to swim
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| And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man
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| He said, «I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find
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| And I think I have what you have in mind. |
| «And he led me to a glass case
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| And looked deep into my face…
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| «It's just… control.» |