I feel your heart beat.
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Your pasty hands shake.
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I'll be every breath
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Your trembling lips taste.
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Metal teeth try to save you.
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Button flies want to keep you pure.
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Nothing will stop me now.
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I will have you.
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I was born to do this dance.
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So follow my every step.
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I'll lead your careening hips
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And slaughter your innocence.
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Her pearls and trap mutter something soft.
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I whisper back, "You're messin' with the
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Big leagues now, hun."
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I bite her neck.
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She begs, "What's in your heart?"
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Urges I spill my thoughts.
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I volunteer nothing but liquid.
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I was born to do this dance.
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So follow my every step.
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I'll lead your careening hips
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And slaughter your innocence.
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I have got centuries
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Of teachers before me.
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I can do anything.
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But I can't really do anything.
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You've been our guest tonight
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But I dine alone.
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This could never be a home.
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Il Tango Della Signora Francesco Di Bartolommeo Di Zanobi Del Giocondo
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| Forgive Durden |
