in a past life i was vinyl and the needle was my lover
we were naughty
and we came back as human
so i spend my days being a good girl
and one day ill die
when i awake my needle will greet me
he makes a soft and deep scratch
that i can not resist
the sound he makes makes me move without control
he takes all control
the love i have remains in a dark room
where screams are born
till my needle returns
until then i remain a disco zombie
i roam the dance floor begging for my needle
the only man who makes me complete
my needle never bores me
or disappoints me
he touchs me so right
wont you be my needle
just tonight
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