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She waits 'til oh-so-late for your call |
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Then she comes a-running |
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Face down in your lap so many nights |
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But this could be the last or only |
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More than a thought, less than a person |
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I know I'm lucky to be |
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Held like this whenever you want me |
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Sweetie, I'm your property |
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One of your whores |
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One of your whores |
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One of your whores |
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One of your whores |
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Eight years and you two still do this |
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But pleasure shoots outside time |
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Your **** hovers still, above your biographies |
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You're turning thirty (cling to the bed, cling to the bed) |
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More than a thought, less than a person |
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I know I'm lucky to be |
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Held like this whenever you want me |
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Sweetie, I'm your property |
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One of your whores (I won't ask for more) |
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One of your whores (I won't ask for more) |
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One of your whores (I don't think very much of myself) |
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One of your whores |
