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when we're in the mood
when we're in this place
when the temperature rises
and our hearts start to race
and in between heavy breathing
accompanied by low moans
our body's needing
while my mind can't even roam
then it all goes wrong
it all just stop
with an imperfection of the song
a latex pop
then he pulled out
face full of dread
and i never gave a shout
when he got up and fled
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