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Please knead my back, I need to hurt
Strip to your bikini and that tight mini-skirt
Grab all the oils and your pair of brass knucks
And don’t stop going until I scream "That’s enough!"
I checked the paper, scoured the ads
For girls who will do what I choose, no questions asked
You seem my type, my cup of tea
Because you barely understand a word of what I speak
Oh, What’s-Your-Face, we’re quite a match
I was concerned I’d grow attached
I’ve always been one to play safe
Long-term relationships and dates
Now that I’m older, maybe I’ve changed
Or just gotten used to whips and chains
When we began I was ashamed
Now I equate pleasure with pain
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