In her place one hundred candles burning,
As salty sweat drips from her breast.
Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying.
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get you.
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine,
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying.
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get you.
I beg to serve, your wish is my law,
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death.
Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying? Begging.
I say the beast inside of me's gonna get you...
Let me love you to death.
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