| In her place, one hundred candles burning
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| Her salty sweat drips from her breast
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| Her hips move and I can feel
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| What they’re sayin', swayin'…
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| They say the beast inside of me
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| Is 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 move, yeah I can feel
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| What you’re sayin', prayin'
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| They say the beast inside of me
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| 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 I mean what I’m sayin', beggin'
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| I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get…
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| Ah
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| Let me love you to…
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| Ah
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| Let me love you to…
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| Death
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| To death…
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| Am I good enough…
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| For you?
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| Am I good enough…
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| For you?
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| Am I…
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| Ah…
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| For you?
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| Am I…
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| Ah…
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| For you?
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| Am I good enough
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| For you?
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| Am I good enough
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| For you? |