When Pretty's Made Up All In A Row

I will do my damnedest to save you from harm and wrap you safely up in lust you who're only a luckless victim a poor forsaken damsel in distress tied to the railway tracks by a villain in one of those black and white movies I will arrive in the dramatic nick of time and I shall be the hero who proves his love when in return you kick me under the train I'm really just vain and an incapable slave so you relent and pull me back from the brink I'll waste no time in rescuing you your destiny's under my control there's nothing you can do no reason for you to get involved except in relinquishing your body yet what you do is to shelve all my plans for today I'm relieved you know yourself I'll be there to deliver you from evil the forces of love are far too weak you have too much of it to lose to quibble my advice is to stay put and not to seek instead you jump into the moral saddle urging it on so strong my heart goes meek I repent and promise not to meddle I'll take you in my arms and we'll escape giving you a way out when all seems lost picking up the pieces of your broken reality what you need is for me to know what's best to change you into a looker for me I'm only glad you passed the test with that sand I got kicked into my face something you call leather and lace... nice work... I secretly have to confess You'll need me to give you a hand when your slight frame gets knocked down my assistance in perspective is what you need the weights of love too great to be borne I'd hate for yours to fatten and go to seed and your strong love will feel no pain when you yank me limb from limb to the ground and fondle my salvation insanely thin Rest assured I'll rid you of your past that awful story of unspeakable depravity it's easy for someone clean to dust all traces erased of that shocking poverty and I'll dress you anew as a lady to impress forging history in return for a few liberties but you tore my shoddy papers into a mess a message that I needed you to fix me what wasn't broken was you - I was even more impressive love it's true for you to sort out my lax assumptive ways

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