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>--Men, they put so much pressure on us, To be "this" to be "that" to be something that we couldn't (most of us anyways) live up to. But some love that part that wouln't give up all our fantasies and desires to cage our sex. Some love that elusive part. The part that allowed us to follow our passions. The part that wanted excitement and tenderness...that part. And for that, we need them to love the parts of us that nobody else did, so those that are "broken"; heal. And sometimes that healing takes place simply through a friendship but other times it requires a true loving relationship. In becoming "one" we each give what the other needs most, loving the "parts that nobody else did". The power of orange knickers Under my petticoat The power of listening to what You don't want me to knowCan somebody tell me now who is this terrorist Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces? Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this? This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss Am I alone in this...A matter of complication When you become a twist For their latest drink As they're transitioningCan somebody tell me now who is this terrorist This little pill in my hand that keeps the pain living Can somebody tell me now a way out of this - That sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss Am I alone in this...Shame shame time to leave me now Shame shame you've had your fun Shame shame for letting me think that I would be the oneCan somebody tell me now who is this terrorist This little pill in my hand or this secret kiss Am I alone in this kissJai Guru Deva Om
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