Men dream of their fantasies all through the night.
I will catch your heart and squeeze it in my hand
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Leave you on the floor frail, withering and damned
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So monstrous, black and dangerous is my soul
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You will be left broken, with little or no control
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But lift your head and open your mouth to speak
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You are mine and I will use you and your physique
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To gain my own many, fantasies and sinful pleasures
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So many goals, so many triumphs and treasures
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As the daybreaks and a new, bright dawn appears
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Sending away your troubled, tormented inner fears
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I leave your side, your head, your thoughts, your bed
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All is so quiet; your ears try to pick out words I said
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The only reminder that I was real, or there at all
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Is a sticky…sticky damp patch, in which your legs fall
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