It don't make a difference to me
Plant kisses with your fists,
All over my body.
Hit me, kiss me, to me they're the same.
Tug at my skin,
With your hands and teeth-- I'd still love you--
Choke me, provoke me, to me it's all the same.
I don't know why I like it.
I don't know why it feels good.
I can't tell the difference.
Hit me because it feels like love,
I can't tell the difference.
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