My Soul Cries Your Name by X
a woman built like you,
was built to serve my needs.
carve intials on my back,
wrap your arms around me.
with your lovin' please,
you're as good.
i hurt you so...
i gotta go.
i wouldn't blame you a bit for never giving me a chance.
you got red-rock too short,
a gold-mine where they meet.
long-fired arms,
and a treasure chest where they meet.
hold my hair and arch your back and scream.
i hurt you so...
i gotta go.
i wouldn't blame you a bit for never giving me a chance.
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