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Let the long hand slipwatch it drip right down the necknothing more than a tooth wetand the miss still in strapswith her cold sweatUnpacking the garmentthe first strikes softbut the next is alarmingshe's gone from out underI reach for my stirrupsuch a striking young hunterand i hunt herin the gold heat hazebowed down on both bladesI see her sprint with a quick skipshe tears out the beltand she fashions a whipand I wanted, just to leave herwith her stories, her smell and her namebut she's simply got me caught up in itlost in the game, and now time to win it, babeshe's simply got me caught up in itLetras de cancioneslost in the game, and now time to win it, babeand as it spills outcold on the coverI imagine every secondwith you as my loverI'm up in the tree nowand as I'm above herusing every second thinking you as my loverI'm up in the tree nowand as I'm above hershe's simply got me caught up in itlost in the game, and now time to win it, babe From Letras Mania