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She dropped the bomb |
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And held the score |
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A leather fiction |
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That has left her bored |
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Another seed |
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I stuck to you |
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You get the toxic |
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with a broken clue |
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You feel the heat |
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Content again |
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A drug that speeds you |
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Till you hit the band |
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Prepared for more |
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You scrubbed the floor |
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Till you had enough |
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And then you locked the door |
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All my senses are collected in my hand |
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And I think that it was nothing I have planned |
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Another scene |
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On a busy street |
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I know I'm there |
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To get up my feet |
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A rip-off fare |
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Of a leather sign |
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I feel like something |
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That was on your mind |
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Intend the kiss |
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That let me in |
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Into a secret |
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that was made in sin |
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I took the rope |
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And stuck too deep |
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And what has left |
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is just a ****ing creep |
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All my senses are collected in my hand |
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And I think that it was nothing I have planned |
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You know I can't |
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She will stand |
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To have you bend |
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Along the thrill |
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And cannot soothe you again |
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You have to wait |
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To take my hand |
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All my senses are collected in my hand |
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And I think that it was nothing I have planned |
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All my senses feel errected in my hand |
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And you are banned |
