The boys
Who kiss and bite
They are
The brilliant ones
Who speak
And write
With silver luck
They sing
In clever tongues
Oh how my knees
Go weak to be the one
She kicks and bucks
Always quick to follow
The boys are too refined
Won't matter tomorrow
Oh, to be in his mind
And if the timing is right
To sneak off into the night
I'll let myself
Be taken just for the thrill
And if I'm given the chance
To be a doll in his hands
I will be sure
We shake the mountains
While we dance
To daddy singing sweet
A lullaby to all
His credit speak
His golden light
To the edge with a car
He sent it off a cliff
Just for the spark
To hell with why
Always quick to follow
The boys are too refined
Won't matter tomorrow
Oh, to be in his mind
And if the timing is right
To sneak off into the night
I'll let myself
Be taken
Just for the thrill
And if I'm given the chance
To be a doll in his hands
I will be sure
We shake the mountains
While we dance
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