Speaks my mind, every time.
Going through that open door
Where pleasure´s running wild and sore,
I want to find myself a little love, but i find cherubs with big old horns.
The plan has failed to kill the love inside my heart.
I will not lie to my burning flesh and soul.
Do it today, got to do it!
Lie to myself, lie to my soul.
Love comes like a bright/bad idea,
We can´t revolt or run away.
The hunt is my favorite part,
Just like it´s the animals instinct to seek a partner.
The plan has failed, to kill the love inside my heart.
I will not lie to my burning flesh and soul.
Do it today, got to do it today!
Going through that open door where pleasure is running wild inside my head.
I want to find myself a little love, but i find cherubs with big old horns.
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