| Your submission is my perversion
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| I need the friction, frisson, a mission
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| To get the sick thrills that I love
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| At night I slip outside as I stride with pride
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| Inside the darkside
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| Desire, like a foot in a leather glove
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| There is no greater thrill I know
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| So grip the whip and start the show
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| We want it hard
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| We want it fast
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| Everyone’s paying the fee
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| We want it here
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| We want it now
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| I want what’s coming to me
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| Give me leather
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| Give me leather
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| I crave the lash of ash on flesh
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| I’m paying cash from a stash
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| I flash when smashed
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| In the grime of the neon show
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| The underworld unfurls in curls
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| Of showgirls with dirty pearls disturb
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| As I laugh at every stinging blow
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| There is no greater thrill I know
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| So grip the whip and start the show
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| We want it hard
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| We want it fast
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| Everyone’s paying the fee
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| We want it here
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| We want it now
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| I want what’s coming to me
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| Give me leather
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| Give me leather
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| A shortlist of the things I like
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| Whips and chains and motorbikes
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| Axle grease and collar spikes
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| Sadists who are businesslike
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| Slipping out in dead of night
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| I’ll pay a man to have a fight
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| And in the dark through my narrow eyes
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| I watch the violence fetishise
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| In the morn with dawn
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| The line drawn, I’m gone
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| Returning home to my spawn
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| I keep my nose nice and clean
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| And if we meet or greet on the street
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| Looking neat, you know I won’t miss a beat
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| You’ll never know I’m obscene
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| There is no greater thrill I know
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| So grip the whip and start the show
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| We want it hard
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| We want it fast
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| Everyone’s paying the fee
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| We want it here
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| We want it now
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| I want what’s coming to me
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| Give me leather
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| Give me leather |