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You were a beam of shining light On an otherwise dreary night. Your golden hair against your flight And fishnets on so tight. Oh such a shame the show was lame With so many fools to blame. And then out came your fine young frame And I knew you were game. I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch. (but you were sucking on that clutch) Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch. (but you were sucking on that clutch) Bought cuffs, whips, and chains, lubrication and such. (you were sucking on that clutch) Just say I was asking too much I saw you suck on that clutch. Couldn't wait one second more So I searched for you door to door. And when I reached room 4-2-0 I smelled something I think I know. I busted in and through the haze I caught your red-eyed gaze. All shot out with the whole damned band With a clutch in your hand. Songtexte I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch. (but you were sucking on that clutch) Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch. (but you were sucking on that clutch) Bought cuffs, whips, and chains, lubrication and such. (you were sucking on that clutch) Just say I was asking too much I saw you suck on that clutch. [sax solo] I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch. (but you were sucking on that clutch) Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch. (but you were sucking on that clutch) Bought cuffs, whips, and chains,, lubrication and such. (you were sucking on that clutch) Just say I was asking too much I saw you suck on that clutch You slut Aus Songtexte Mania