You walked into the dungeon like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hood strategically dipped below one eye
Your gloves they were apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself garrote
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your victim,
They'd be your victim...
You love pain, you'd probably trash whoever'd love you
You love pain, I bet you'd kill me while I'm above you
Don't you, don't you?
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