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Later that night, when the crowd is gone,
I pull her backstage where the lights are off.
Press her against the wall, feel her heat,
She doesn't resist, she knows it's sweet.
My hands roam rough over every curve, she arches and moans,
I pull her backstage where the lights are off.
Press her against the wall, feel her heat,
She doesn't resist, she knows it's sweet.
My hands roam rough over every curve, she arches and moans,