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Temptation
Place your hand in the jar
And see what you shall receive
Am I the one who shall deceive?
I think not, for you have many needs and desires
I am here to provide
Your heart,I shall not divide
Yes what harm shall come
If I place but one hand inside the jar
for my needs are great
And who does not want their desires fulfilled
I shall turn my head
And my hand shall reach for the jar
With my head turned
My hand plunges deep inside the jar
What shall I find
Oh how great are my needs
Oh how my desires may be fulfilled
Oh what shall I find
Oh let me see
Shall I be set free
With an outstretched arm
my hand searches the jar
Oh what wonderful sensations!
Who ever knew!
What shall I find
Oh let me grab hold
Oh what staggering sensations
Inside my hand must remain
Oh but this arm of mine desires to see
what it could be
with every thought this arm of mine can surmise
my hand is told to rise
Out of the jar, comes my hand
Clenched are my fingers to a banded wad of colored paper
Oh how my arm must see
and cries out for my hand to set it free
the wadded paper falls
And the band breaks
I Shriek with glee
As fallen faces I now see
How many can there be
All of the faces, I must count
For I must not discount
There are many faces
And all desire to see many places
So let us cruise the numerous streets
Darkness shall soon rise
And we can all see the beloved night skies
Four wheels, we must find, with a body to be embraced
All for one nightly race
Sensual pleasures shall take place
Before the sun has time to show his face
And see what you shall receive
Am I the one who shall deceive?
I think not, for you have many needs and desires
I am here to provide
Your heart,I shall not divide
Yes what harm shall come
If I place but one hand inside the jar
for my needs are great
And who does not want their desires fulfilled
I shall turn my head
And my hand shall reach for the jar
With my head turned
My hand plunges deep inside the jar
What shall I find
Oh how great are my needs
Oh how my desires may be fulfilled
Oh what shall I find
Oh let me see
Shall I be set free
With an outstretched arm
my hand searches the jar
Oh what wonderful sensations!
Who ever knew!
What shall I find
Oh let me grab hold
Oh what staggering sensations
Inside my hand must remain
Oh but this arm of mine desires to see
what it could be
with every thought this arm of mine can surmise
my hand is told to rise
Out of the jar, comes my hand
Clenched are my fingers to a banded wad of colored paper
Oh how my arm must see
and cries out for my hand to set it free
the wadded paper falls
And the band breaks
I Shriek with glee
As fallen faces I now see
How many can there be
All of the faces, I must count
For I must not discount
There are many faces
And all desire to see many places
So let us cruise the numerous streets
Darkness shall soon rise
And we can all see the beloved night skies
Four wheels, we must find, with a body to be embraced
All for one nightly race
Sensual pleasures shall take place
Before the sun has time to show his face
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