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I'm a slayer of her virtues
She was hardly breathing on the couch
Filled with my vicious desire
She knew that there was no back home
Because of her wings burned with my fire
Filled with my vicious desire
Her twisting body wanted for more
Because of her wings burned with my fire
She decided to stay with me forever
Her twisting body wanted for more
Because of her wings burned with my fire
She knew that there was no back home
She was hardly breathing on the couch
Filled with my vicious desire
She knew that there was no back home
Because of her wings burned with my fire
Filled with my vicious desire
Her twisting body wanted for more
Because of her wings burned with my fire
She decided to stay with me forever
Her twisting body wanted for more
Because of her wings burned with my fire
She knew that there was no back home
She was hardly breathing on the couch
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