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Chaste and pure, angelic, her innocence attracts me
It's something immoral
I would like to take you for a walk, buy you toys and talk
That she's young, that she's a girl, that she's underage
Nothing justifies stopping looking, I will never hurt you
Let's play doctor, let's play nothing more
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Sleepless nights, rituals in your honor
Magazines with her photos, secrets from the drawer
Stuck pages, my hand out of control
Juice of melted pearls for you
On your abdomen you will feel, that natural glue falls
Condensed milk of passion...
With you I had a thousand nights of pleasure
And we will never meet...
Chaste and pure, angelic, her innocence attracts me
It's something immoral
Television doll, the dumber the better
She parades, smiles, looks at me as she passes by
She plays the stupid one and I like it more
There are vices I can't quit
Anytime is the moment, anywhere is the place.