i may be a bit reckless
who's to say whats too hardcore?
why don't you say what you really think
and just call me a whore
you think i'm disillusioned
and i'm being used for fun
but really now i must confess
that i am the using one
i'm that drop of chlorine in your eyes
that make them bleeding red
i'll kiss your velvet lips
and then i'll lay you down to bed
i'll be the breath of ecstasy
warm on your flawless skin
i'll bring out the savage lust in you
thats burning from within
i'll be the gasoline
that's feeding your internal fire
i'll be the little secret
that fulfills your every desire
i've got you now and you're all mine
its too late to repent
i've got one more point for the whore
the death of innocence




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