I captured you against your own will.
You want to resist but can’t sit still.
I’m shooting my shotgun at your feet.
Your head bobs trying to dodge the beat.
There’s no lacking the cracking of whips.
There’s no faking the shaking of hips.
Work you off the wall to the floor by force.
You’re my slave and that’s my tour de force.
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