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her lace and leather outfit,
falls swiftly to the floor, -
staring through a rain lashed window,
she wants the world to bleed, -
i pulled and ripped her lacy pants,
i bit her stocking tops, -
a gruelling night shift over,
i ship the final load, -
she cracked the whip"now get them off,
and get your hands in these, -
we tumbled from the nightclub,
the rain was lashing down, -
the train moved slowly down the track,
as i fumbled with my jeans, -
the train pulled out the station,
on a dark cold winters night, -
i fumble for the blindfold,
but she wants to leave it here, -
i want to slip inside her,
for a night we wont forget -
a gentle touch across her breast,
she makes a warming sigh -
she sits there clad in satin,
a smile upon her face.. -
we willie winkie is not a happy chap,
he met that bitch miss muffet and shes given him the clap
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