| She was a pretty little kitten with a whip
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| you know a puss n boots right up to her hips
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| her ad read: «are you fit to be tied?
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| feint of heart need not apply!»
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| i was lookin' for somethin' with a bit of a twist
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| when she moved my world with a flick of her wrist
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| They say «love hurts» you know that it’s true
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| my baby loves me till i’m black and blue
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| flat on my back down on my knees
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| anyway im bound to please
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| She’s got a pleasure chest filled with all her toys
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| and they’re used to make grown men cry like little boys
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| you had better obey or say your prayers
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| when her cat o' nine whistles through the air
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| no use to fight it don’t you fuss and bawl
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| cause she likes nothing better than to see you crawl
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| She said sing to me
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| sweet refrains of pain
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| there’s a crack of the whip
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| then from tremplin' lips
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| give me more give me more
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| baby do it again
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| They say «love hurts» you know that it’s true
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| my baby loves me till i’m black and blue
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| flat on my back down on my knees
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| anyway i’m bound to please
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| They say «love hurts» you know that it’s true
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| my baby loves me till i’m black and blue
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| flat on my back down on my knees
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| anyway i’m bound to please |