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Artist: Blood On The Dance Floor
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La Petite Morte.
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La Petite Morte.
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Do you know what the french call an orgasm? La Petite Morte;
The little death. Let's die a little.
Any last words?
The feeling of mortality is locked in your grip.
I can feel my life sinking as it's starting to slip.
An alternate universe; delicious and dark.
So open up your mind and take your car out of park.
Look into the mirror and tell me what do you see?
The other side is staring back at you and me.
We're screwin' with fate we've got a date in death.
As long as you can take out my last dying breath.
Steal the poison from the ones who're hating.
I can't stop sleeping 'cause your heart is beating.
Spread the love, and kill until you're gashed in blood.
Get closer and closer and closer to death.
I will be your little death.
Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.
You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Devine sintervention. La Petite Morte.
I wanna know what's under that filthy dress.
Don't you wanna touch, my evil creeping flesh?
Put your lips on my vein and your hands around my neck.
Take me to a place, I haven't been to yet.
I've gotta warn you, this is a suicide.
To take my middle finger for a fucking ride.
Don't you, don't you, don't you close your eyes.
Because you're more alive right before you die.
I will be your little death.
(Fuck me, daddy) Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.
You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Devine sintervention. La Petite Morte.
Take my life slice by slice.
I'll be your sweet murder.
Sex and death, breath by breath.
Orgasmic revelation.
I will be your little death.
Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.
You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Divine sintervention. La Petite Morte.
Orgasmic revelation!
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