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Shame
I need to sleep, I close my eyes.
Think of you, there's a surprise,
My fingers dance, it's so wet,
You're there beside me, in my bed,
Whispering filth, invading my head.
You're there beside me, playing too,
Who'd think I could do all these things with you.
I start to tingle, start to moan,
Listen to you, be completely owned.
I hear you tell me, "now, baby, come"
And that's it, it's over, I smile when I'm done.
Turn to look at you, realise it was all in my head
Tears in my eyes, and alone in my bed.
Think of you, there's a surprise,
My fingers dance, it's so wet,
You're there beside me, in my bed,
Whispering filth, invading my head.
You're there beside me, playing too,
Who'd think I could do all these things with you.
I start to tingle, start to moan,
Listen to you, be completely owned.
I hear you tell me, "now, baby, come"
And that's it, it's over, I smile when I'm done.
Turn to look at you, realise it was all in my head
Tears in my eyes, and alone in my bed.
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