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Love You To Death ---Type O Negative
In her place 100 candels burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying,
swaying
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying,
praying
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya
I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying,
begging
I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya
Let me love you to death
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Idle hands may be the Devils work, but idle minds you see, are so much worse.....
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