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Spin the Song

Trance me up, push me 'round and bring it down Beat me a new song, pound it out, my soul to be bound I am so wicked, so lost in your rhythms I can hardly breath Chain me, cultivate me, give me your damn release I am so hot for you, for your song of thumping sound I can hardly contain my ears, my body is on fire Push it, pound it, of your hotness I won’t tire Your muse, your hotness I cannot pass I wanna spank your sound Push me to my new limits, pleasure me with your ingenuity. Intellect my brain, pulverize my pain as I watch the world rot away You ooze mastery, the rot of your rapaciousness, so succulent, so free. Consume my head, feed my ears, thrust into my chest Feed me your lust, your craziness, I am such a freakin' mess Dance it off, sing it away, swing it 'round, I float on the ground Your magic fingers, the smoothness of your beat, masters me I need you, your fantasy is mine, I am yours For now you control me You course through my being, my chest thumps to your flashing sound. Command me, consume me, do not let me go. Spin it, make me found Your ethereal edge smoothes me out, makes me right. I bed your music, my feet clap your fame, this night But tomorrow when I wake, I will forget who you are.
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kriszafer-alekzandor
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Jan 30, 2012
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