TANGO

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   It takes two to tango but we can't from this angle so girl give it all to me cus there is nothing I can't handle.
Listen to the words that I speak and let them slash the peak of your feelings because apparently they're too high... and just in case you've forgotten, I am here to remind you that I am the hunter and the sportsman. Give it all to me, there is nothing I can't handle? (Laughs) No, I'm taking all you gat and there is nothing that you can do. 

The hunter and the sportsman? Yes, I take your type for game, you're my target, you're my goal and my very own hobby is to chase and Catch you and use you and I don't even need to stress cus soon enough you'll be caught up in your feelings (laughs) for me... cus as a veteran scientist, I will make you fall in love with the chemistry you'll see until you end up being my lab rat for the success of future experiments.
Oh Darling, you deserve the world and everything in it but it's a pity you turned out to be a victim, you know I still pray before i prey on y'all... I be like "Father forgive them for they don't know what's going on". 

But wait, how dare You parole around the haunted vicinity of my mind, how dare You come in close range enough to be caught by my eyes... How dare you flash me with your green light, you should have at least seen the red in my eyes and stopped. How dare you stretch out your hands to reach for my spike-coated heart... Really how dare You? You! You spoke to me with words so sure, you swept me off my feet with lashes so seductive, you held me with a mysterious strategy, you gave me a taste of my own medicine but it's effect was stronger... damn you drive me crazy nonstop without (breaks) brakes nor seatbelt.
I should have known it was you they spoke about when they said "..and her aura shall turn kings to slaves, and hunters to prey". I am a world class player, but you've played me in my field and won.. right now I am at your mercy... my trial has just begun.


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