It's good to get out of control When the lightening flickers And the thunder rolls First you see her radiant smile Then you believe just for a while That she might be yours Now you're clutched within her claws Going out for treks In the shadowy countryside There's no such thing As safe sex When she rips out your soul You'll develop a nervous complex No, there's no such thing As safe sex Now you're gunning down the highway trying to get away Don't you wish you'd listened before To what I had to say? She'll catch anyway she can Doesn't care cos you're a man With her tallons in you're flesh Those little presents in the dark she kept All those weaknesses expressed All those unreal dreams exposed With that girl There's no such thing as safe sex.
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Birth sign: Virgo
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