In a short skirt
With a gold whip
Paris you don’t need to try
With a black card
In a silver clip
Paris you’re gonna make me cry
Hold me baby, push me baby
Throw me up the shining stairs
Move me baby, whip me baby
Take me high
Show me what it’s like up there
With a gold watch
With a gold face
Paris, do you have the time
Reading big books
While you roll face
Paris can you read my mind
Mock me baby, I don’t care
As long as you let me touch your throat
Beat me baby, Burn me if it makes you smile
I just want to hear the joke
In a fine mist
In a high heel
Would you crush me in the ground
When you wake up
What do you feel?
Do you even make a sound?
If the sun went out tomorrow
Would you cry delicious tears?
Kiss me baby, kill me baby
Tell me lies
Tell me I’m not really here
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