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Strung Out - Ultimate Devotion lyrics
One o one point one fahrenheit To some it's a fever to her it's just right I can't hold her and it's bringing me down Her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold She's a Devil with an angle's face I've been told I think I'll press my luck next time you're around I'd walk through fire for you I'd burn in hell to make it all true I never loved anyone else in this world but you Is that the reason why I try to prove to you I'm not the other guy? I don't give a damn what other people think! A flare for the strange and a temper like a whip A soft-hand clutched riding crop grip Smell of latex rubber drives me insane Beat him once then send him on his way There's no room in your life for anyone to stay Engrave your moniker in the wells of pain! There's nothing I wouldn't do to prove To make these words I promised true I'd rather live my life alone than without you You know I'd rather die, then won't fuck this up Wouldn't get another try Got one chance There's nothing I wouldn't do You'll be my master I'll be your servant On my knees I beg to be abused You can take the skin right off my back With a riding crop or a leather strap I'd take it all... Just to be with you! I'd walk through fire for you I'd burn in hell to make it all true I never loved anyone else in this world but you Is that the reason why I try to prove to you I'm not the other guy |
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