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a starvation fit.. for a sick Queen
stay the night
let
me
confess
can i?
will you
take my fixation
to
feed me
salvation
a starvation fit
for a sick
queen..
shall i
set the scene...
late night
dim light
prepare yourself
i tend to bite
then pretend
i wanna fight
blind fold
choke hold
keeps me
from screaming "No"
wet lips
death grip
blood drips
for
a pleasure trip
perfect fit
now whisper how you
love this bitch...
hello?
where'd you go..
once again ..
i'm left alone
let
me
confess
can i?
will you
take my fixation
to
feed me
salvation
a starvation fit
for a sick
queen..
shall i
set the scene...
late night
dim light
prepare yourself
i tend to bite
then pretend
i wanna fight
blind fold
choke hold
keeps me
from screaming "No"
wet lips
death grip
blood drips
for
a pleasure trip
perfect fit
now whisper how you
love this bitch...
hello?
where'd you go..
once again ..
i'm left alone
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