Why can’t you be a diamond snake
and have a tattle rattle
a poison indicator
to know you’ll make me ache?
Cause Baby, I’m a baby
a little dolly lady,
and I haven’t got the slightest clue
of how to stay away from you
You’ve got me in you clutches
my faces betrayed by blushes
You had me with your touches,
fangs are clenched, my heart gushes.
So tell me now, handsome devil,
if the pain is worth the game.
Can I tame this rousing rebel,
or would it be in vain?
If what is wrong is truly wrong,
why does it feel so right?
So I’ll hang on, just sing this song,
and squeeze with all my might.
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