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I will let you hurt her.

And you can get a turn.

Here, the girl is hiding.

Feel how her skin burns.

And when you hear her whimper.

It means she's having fun.

Her no's mean nothing to her.

And when all that's said and done.

You can call her back here.

As her feet drag all the way.

It means that you can keep her.

Until her dying day.

But everytime you touch her.

It hollows her heart of stone.

And no man can go near her.

No man will take her home.

So you can keep her forever.

Afterall, it's what you planned.

And even though I'm letting you.

And giving you her hand.

I know you still control this.

As she cries out for me.

And it's all my fault for letting.

You break us into we.