Hypothetical

FUCK

 I've got these hands to hold you

 This mouth will chew and swell

 Like butterflies inside you

 Perfuming what you sell

 I know that I'm reaching

 That churning, burning heart

 I see the sweat is beading

 From what I peel apart

 Oh, you don't know

 What I'm gonna do to you

 

 So Hypothetical

 So Hypothetical

 FUCK

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 Let's Fuck

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 You've got the hands to be tied

 Slip out from skin so cold

 I've got the folds to be blind

 Let's see what you like most

 I cannot break the fever

 The pounding of your soul

 My little love receiver

 You make me lose control

 Oh, you don't know

 What I'm gonna do to you

 

 So Hypothetical

 So Hypothetical

 FUCK

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 Let's Fuck

 So Hypothetical

 

 FUCK

 So Hypothetical

 Bitches!