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By your command
before you here I stand
my heart is in my hand (yeecch)
It's here that I must be.
My soul entreats
just hear those savage beats
and go put on your cleats
and come and trample me
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany
thats why I'm in such exquisite ahgony
My soul is on fire, It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire when we tango....
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Light a man a fire, and he will be warm while it burns.
Set a man on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life.
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