sucks all the words round
and even in the fight your lips
do not surrender to mine.
On your glowing hot cheeks
I burn my fingers,
even when you throw me to the ground
I believe to be the winner.
What is up with my will?
You make my will will-less.
You're ice, ice-cold.
My hungry heart goes through
a bittersweet pain.
Tell me, how far, how far, how far
do you want to go?
My hungry heart goes through
a bittersweet sword.
Tell me, how far, how far, how far
will you go?
Your eyes see through me,
through someone else
When your hands touch me,
they follow a plan.
With your rough angel's tongue
you penetrate me.
Accustomed to such torture
I say "yes" and mean "no".
You hold me firmly, what should this mean?
I push you back,
you let me go.
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