Marie: Our nights were spent rubbing flirtatious sheets with our shakes. My chateau of a body houses the rouge you love to taste.
Caligula: I still remember a black stiletto ball The dark cloud scent of skin irresistible Those spoiled fingers wander into a weak garden And find cold colors hallucinate in fog fans
Put down the pistol, and come into the bedroom.
She puts on her negligee, Crawls across the room and starts to sway Bites her lip and purrs "Come quick! These hips' flavors insist Touch from your hands like a couturier"
Our bodies' cabarets are ruby-shaped.
Your bare corpse stumbles across a mirrored floor As limousine lights caress and run up it's pole It's two at night and cradle's hum turns down the gain Her distilled frame silhouettes caused cabarets to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
She puts on her negligee, Crawls across the room and starts to sway Bites her lip and purrs "Come quick! These hips' flavors insist Touch from your hands like a couturier"
Lights out, howl in my ear "Caligula, you taste like shackled beds" All these lingerie addicts Perform classic riddles in repeat, I can hear them:
She puts on her negligee, Crawls across the room and starts to sway Bites her lip and purrs "Come quick! These hips' flavors insist Touch from your hands like a couturier"
Save this skin! Caligula's cell has become so dim.... Felt up by electronic breath, and jest by roborant breasts That climb my wits so thin, and bury in
Our bodies' cabarets are ruby shaped.
Caligula: I still remember a black stiletto ball The dark cloud scent of skin irresistible Those spoiled fingers wander into a weak garden And find cold colors hallucinate in fog fans
Put down the pistol, and come into the bedroom.
She puts on her negligee, Crawls across the room and starts to sway Bites her lip and purrs "Come quick! These hips' flavors insist Touch from your hands like a couturier"
Our bodies' cabarets are ruby-shaped.
Your bare corpse stumbles across a mirrored floor As limousine lights caress and run up it's pole It's two at night and cradle's hum turns down the gain Her distilled frame silhouettes caused cabarets to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
She puts on her negligee, Crawls across the room and starts to sway Bites her lip and purrs "Come quick! These hips' flavors insist Touch from your hands like a couturier"
Lights out, howl in my ear "Caligula, you taste like shackled beds" All these lingerie addicts Perform classic riddles in repeat, I can hear them:
She puts on her negligee, Crawls across the room and starts to sway Bites her lip and purrs "Come quick! These hips' flavors insist Touch from your hands like a couturier"
Save this skin! Caligula's cell has become so dim.... Felt up by electronic breath, and jest by roborant breasts That climb my wits so thin, and bury in
Our bodies' cabarets are ruby shaped.
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