Melody cafe blog: Type o negative

In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what theyre saying, swaying

They say the beast inside of mes gonna get ya, get ya,get...

Black lipstick stains her class of red wine

I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?

Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what youre saying, praying

They say the beast inside of mes gonna get ya, get ya, get...

I beg to serve, your wish is my law

Now close those eyes and let me love you to death

Shall I prove I mean what Im saying, begging

I say the beast inside of mes gonna get ya, get ya, get..

Let me love you too

Let me love you to death

Hey am I good enough for you?

Am i?

Am I good enough

For you?

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