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Marika Hackman - hand solo Lyrics




Creased sheets, leave my right hand free, it's hard to be alone
Deep heat, turn the lights off in my home
I love this

My finger touch
I've been feeling stuff
Dark meat, skin pleat, I'm working
A monkey glove
You threw away two pints of blood
It's alright, I'm jerking

I love this
Creased sheets, leave my right hand free, it's hard to be alone
Deep heat, turn the lights off in my home
When I'm alone, it's automatic, oh
I dig for life in the isle of my thighs
I can't believe, petite mort
I'm a slave at your door
And I feel to be free of the irony

When I go blind, will you keep in mind
I had fun, I got it on, endorphins
I gave it all, but under patriarchal law, I'm gonna die a virgin

I love this
Creased sheets, leave my right hand free, it's hard to be alone
Deep heat, turn the lights off in my home
When I'm alone, it's automatic, oh
I dig for life in the isle of my thighs
I can't believe, petite mort
I'm a slave at your door
And I feel to be free of the irony

(I love this)
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Creased sheets, leave my right hand free, it's hard to be alone
Deep heat, turn the lights off in my home
I love this

My finger touch
I've been feeling stuff
Dark meat, skin pleat, I'm working
A monkey glove
You threw away two pints of blood
It's alright, I'm jerking

I love this
Creased sheets, leave my right hand free, it's hard to be alone
Deep heat, turn the lights off in my home
When I'm alone, it's automatic, oh
I dig for life in the isle of my thighs
I can't believe, petite mort
I'm a slave at your door
And I feel to be free of the irony

When I go blind, will you keep in mind
I had fun, I got it on, endorphins
I gave it all, but under patriarchal law, I'm gonna die a virgin

I love this
Creased sheets, leave my right hand free, it's hard to be alone
Deep heat, turn the lights off in my home
When I'm alone, it's automatic, oh
I dig for life in the isle of my thighs
I can't believe, petite mort
I'm a slave at your door
And I feel to be free of the irony

(I love this)
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Writer: Marika Louise Hackman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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