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excess perversion, and we'll never let it end
you and i are making a private legend
we've got the hunger, got the thirst
you want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back

tongue licks sweet parade
animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade

gratification, do you want some more
on the bed, entangled on the floor
feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn
tease and please, humility is gone

tongue licks sweet parade
animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade

come on
what are you waiting for...

excess perversion, and we'll never let it end
you and i are making a private legend
feel my eyes burn, feel everything
on my knees, but i reign as your king

tongue licks sweet parade
animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
excess perversion, and we'll never let it end   you and i are making a private legend   we've got the hunger, got the thirst   you want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back      tongue licks sweet parade   animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade   dripping wet, we laugh at this charade   screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade      gratification, do you want some more   on the bed, entangled on the floor   feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn   tease and please, humility is gone      tongue licks sweet parade   animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade   dripping wet, we laugh at this charade   screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade      come on   what are you waiting for...      excess perversion, and we'll never let it end   you and i are making a private legend   feel my eyes burn, feel everything   on my knees, but i reign as your king      tongue licks sweet parade   animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade   dripping wet, we laugh at this charade   screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade