Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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Wrapped up in silk, satin, lace,
Baby, you're my only vice.
Black as sin and cold as ice,
There's nothing I'd be willing to sacrifice
If I'm giving up on all my life.
I used to think I'd never let go,
I lied.
I said good-bye.
You want me?
Come chase me, find me, get me.

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