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Werd times 2...
If it stayed I'd never leave it
if that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things
that we used to talk about
I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout,
oh no it's you again
Someday soon you'll find that someone
waiting for the chance to beat you
Drooling on the set to feel you,
Blessing you with every kiss
Tying yourself to me
stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me
stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
so precious, loving the thrill
Such the patient one who needs me,
the spoiled one who wins
So shocking where's yours sense
don't you know I hate you so,
unsatisfied you little girl
Tying yourself to me
stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me
stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill
Rolling dice and seeming queer,
bastard love a sick affair
Let's see what new disease you'll fetch
I mean that fucking you is strange
And adored by me throughout
Oh no it's you again
blessing you with every kiss
So precious you know this hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know
I will never be deceived
Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill
Orgy : Stitches
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