Bass guitar I surrender,
To your sinful sound
And to your passion;
To your riff.

Baby, you know how I like it,
So smooth but so rough
Like lust should be;
Like crime will always be.

And our moans are so real,
And so different,
But I refuse to deny
That they are the same, deep inside.

Deep,
Where it always hits the hardest;
Where it always hurts.
Hurts to remember.

Our screams are like one,
My blue's boy and me.
And this man, this being on top of me
Will never know,
Will never consider.

And its still the same;
The passion, the lust, the crime.
And with a sigh I return to that world
Of sex to the blues.




 
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