your cruel device
your blood like ice
one look could kill
my pain, your thrill
i want to love you, but i better not touch (don`t touch)
i want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
i want to kiss you, but i want it to much (too much)
i want to taste you, but your lips are venomous
poison. your poison running through my veins
your poison, i don`t want to break these chains

Missis Garrison
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