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"Swing"

Spare me the suspense  
Tell me your mind?  
no letters of security  
what happned to self control  
love and purity.  
 
Engaged in an act so physical  
i remain cynical  
Just sex and nothing more  
Two body moving out of time  
You will make it up,  
Make it up for me.  
 
You’re first through the turnstile  
To find something worthwhile  
"Swing baby fucking swing"  
I hope you’re protected  
Infection detected  
"Swing baby, fucking swing"  
 
What a waste  
Now you’ve had that first taste  
You want more.  
you were selected  
and i sat there and let you  
all this destruction,  
is from the corruption in my head.  
 
Spare me your regret  
I should not have let you  
In my mind I should have taken you  
Made you realise  
You need me and no one else  
Maybe you needed more?  
Maybe you needed a bigger cock?  
Well congratulations you found one.  
 
"Swing baby, fucking swing"
Written by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
Published | Edited 8th Nov 2012
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