Salvation and a litte Vodka

You're a fetishisht.
You're only mine.
You're my whore.
You're so divine.

I cant get you out of my head.
Your scent still lingers in my bed.
I still feel your hands where they should'nt be.
Suck me. Fuck me. Set me free.

You're my rag doll.
Nothing more.
I love you. I hate you.
To the core.

I cant get you out of my head.
My imagination is underfed.
I want it to be one last time.
Before my slut is no longer mine.

You're my fantasy.
You're my reality.
You're my overtly-active
Sexuality.

I cant get you out of my head.
There's much to be done and much to be said.
I want to feel you like never before.
You're my angel. You're my whore...