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Found you on the floor... should of left you there.
Giving it all to me, but I'm too cold to care.
Champagne in your eyes...
I'm gonna shoot you down.
Stroking on my skin...
I'm gonna shoot you down.
You wanna be my fantasy; why can't you take me to the top?
(Get off of me)
Desperate touch and suicide squeeze. (Get off)
Get off, baby, get off of me.
Roses at my door... I'm gonna watch them die.
Sweat all over the sheets.
Love to see you cry.
Shaking like a pool...
I'm gonna shoot you down.
Choke me like a snake.
I'm gonna shoot you down.
If you wanna be my fantasy, why can't you take me to the top?
(Get off of me)
Desperate touch and suicide squeeze. (Get off)
Get off, baby, get off of me.
You wanna be my fantasy; why can't you take me to the top?
(Get off of me)
Desperate touch and suicide squeeze. (Get off)
Get off, baby, get off of me.
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