Master, Master, Master
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Who can it be?
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A portrait of perfect
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Femininity
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Your teeth are sharp
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And your nails are too
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Master, Master
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I won't mess with you
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Oh master makes the velvet touch so smooth
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Her skin makes my company [flutter and move]
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I want her
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I want her so much
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Oh master, master give me the touch
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Master, Master, Master
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Your skin is so smooth
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It pulls beneath my tongue
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With its slight grooves
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We want to make your heart
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Beat quickly love
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Fall into the pattern
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Of the raptures run
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Master, Master let me take this now
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You're a little scared
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Let me show you how
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We'll lie like the angels in this heavenly...
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And dance with fire in the patterns...
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We stand behind this wall
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With this black face
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And black hammer
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Protects the beating heart
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And leave the blood to sour in her veins
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Is the myth she offers warmer
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Than the one we abandoned
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When the door is opened for us?
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The answer and the question
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Are always one and the same.
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Master, Master, Master
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Desperate measures strike
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I need to make you make me
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Feel real life
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Rich to the taste
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So sweet the peace
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Dancer, dancer
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Sexuality
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Master, Master come and save me now
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Take my consciousness and extract my doubt
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I want to, I want to, I want to so much
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Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, give me the touch
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The touch
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Touch
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