Bring it on, I want it now, Come take hold the master key, It’s all gone, And I know how, You’re gonna be the last to leave. When I’m someone, when I’m thirty I’ll only just be being born I’ll have tarts to keep me dirty And to keep my mattress worn What I want isn’t flirty What I need is my pants torn Tie me down but don’t you hurt me Come on and blow my horn. Scream baby scream, Scream anyone’s name you wish, I don’t listen id rather dream, About a fresh sweet cherry dish, So sweet I can taste the cream, Tell me to taste like this But is it magic, Or is it all just pretend, Act 3 scene 1 Lights camera action Move up now just a fraction Is it what u was expecting? Or hoping for in this shot? does it really matter? Just get her done and dusted Leave her to be old and rusted You’ve got that power if you’re the one being trusted. Does it still feel like me? Does she work the way she used to? Does she hell now she can’t ring your bell Slip on your shoes But never forget your socks.Birth sign: Aquarius
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