It don't make a difference to me

Plant kisses with your fists,

All over my body.

Hit me, kiss me, to me they're the same.

Tug at my skin,

With your hands and teeth-- I'd still love you--

Choke me, provoke me, to me it's all the same.

I don't know why I like it.

I don't know why it feels good.

I can't tell the difference.

Hit me because it feels like love,

I can't tell the difference.


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