Sitting
With troubles
On her knees
Smile across your face
Sin never tasted so sweet before
Begging for it one more time
Again
Don’t stop
Keep going
Tender lips
Devil touch
Waiting to explode
One more time
You know exactly what you're doing
Don't leave me hanging
I’m on my knees again
And you love it
Sitting in the backseat
With troubles on my knees
That smile across your face
Sin never tasted so sweet
You won’t forget this
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