Every day gets worse, Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse You must wonder why I look at you that way (that way) Tonight I´ll make my way into your house I must; I´m lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite, but I know one will turn To three or four or more my little whore
Tonight, tonight she´s not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) Bobbysoxer, so pure, so young By morning her soul will be gone, gone.
I did a beautiful thing, Relax baby, that´s a good girl You´re like my work of art I can control, I can contort any Position that I wish, I make my fantasy reality Hold still, it will be over soon
Tonight, tonight she´s not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) Bobbysoxer, so pure, so young By morning her soul will be gone, gone, gone, gone.
I blend with the walls so I won´t be seen My love, you smell so.. I took one good look, I followed you home
Tonight, tonight she´s not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) Bobbysoxer, so pure, so young By morning her soul will be gone
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