Like a moth she moves to the red light
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Her blood warms and boils there
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She skims the sweat like a new milk
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As pops the buttons of her wet blouse
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Oh Queen of the Night!
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Well she is deep inside!
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She is haunting me!
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All of her soft parts call to me
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She could be mine...
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She digs her nails into her naked chest
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Miles of veins fan out like a road map
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She pulls back the skin to show her ribs
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That twinkle like shooting stars.
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Oh Queen of the Night!
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Well she is deep inside!
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She is haunting me!
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All of her soft parts call to me
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She could be mine...
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Skin Of The Night
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| M83 |
