Your pride is black and blue tonight,
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But your womb is full of more than his delight.
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Ravish his every desire
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And suck every inch of his latex attire.
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So take a deep breathe and swallow now
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And all that you taste is bitterness you chaste.
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And all these red lights and lusty suicides.
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You'll pay more than he owes.
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And all these black eyes wish cash goodbyes.
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You'll pay more than he owes.
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Now this awkward silence
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Between pleasure and paying
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Cuts air like knives
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Infests your wound like spite.
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He says "Bitch just go down, down. Just go down, down.
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Bitch just go down, down. Just go down, down."
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And all these red lights and lusty suicides.
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You'll pay more than he owes.
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And all these black eyes wish cash goodbyes.
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You'll pay more than he owes.
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Don't you have any shame?
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Don't you feel any pain?
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Don't you have any shame?
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Don't you feel any pain?
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You'll pay more than!
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Dial H For Whore
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| Behind Crimson Eyes |
