Wicked

Your wickedness just flows through your essence
You're contemplating every coming move
I did sign up for couple of your lessons
I wanted some of this corruptive groove.
We went for it, enjoying every session
And even pain has brought a stronger flame...
But let me ask... I have this only question:
When did these lessons turn into a game.

Lasting, long... Moving hips
Pain and moan, bloody lips
In the dark, through the dance
Find the spot, bring the trance
And you know where to look
Catching souls on the hook...

I'm biting lips while you pull back my hair
Seductive touch has brought me to the edge
Two mouths intertwined and heat built up in air
I gave myself to you. I'm hostage. I'm your pledge.
My secrets? Laying on a silver plating.
It seems like you have known them anyway.
This game of yours... I wasn't even ready...
Now trying to remember who I am

Chorus:
Lasting, long... Moving hips
Pain and moan, bloody lips
In the dark, through the dance
Find the spot, bring the trance
And you know where to look
Catching souls on the hook...



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