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Baby, don't you love me?
Just give it some more time.
Don't be afraid of me,
Soon enough you'll be mine.

Aren't you getting lonely,
By yourself in that cell?
I wish and pray you only
knew that you made that hell.

I'll pull you down,
I'll drag you onto my level.
Underneath ground,
Face to face with the Devil.

Baby won't you need me,
When times are getting tough?
Honey don't you tease me,
Unless you want it rough.

I can see you shaking,
I know you're getting cold.
Soon enough I'll warm you,
Once you're mine to hold.

I'll pull you down,
I'll drag you onto my level.
Underneath ground,
Face to face with the Devil.

I can here you calling,
Feel the fear in your voice.
Now just tell me, Darling,
That you've made your choice.

Finally you want me,
I've waited long enough.
Finally you gave in,
Finally we're in love.

I've pulled you down,
I've drug you onto my level.
Underneath ground,
Face to face with the Devil.
Written by MrBuchanan
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