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Meet me backstage with a glass of champagne and a kiss
She's in the green room preparing her handcuffs and whips
Never you mind but I do kind of like how you scream
This adverb dilemma is wasting all my precious ink
I will be your lover
First you have to suffer
I will be your lover
First you have to suffer
Two points for me when you spill my soft drink on the street
Who's keeping score? I should get bonus points cuz I'm sweet
I can be your lover
First you have to suffer
I will be your lover
First you have to suffer
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