Sex (the Black Angel) by New Model Army
Look at my eyes, you know what it is
I want you, I want you, I want you
The way you stretch and move beneath that dress
And all the nights I've spent away in sleeplessness
Come on, come on...
It's a hunger that we can fill
Eating, biting, and scratching
And every nerve-end tingles with it
I want you, I want you, I want you...
You know the way that I can make you feel
Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you
Pull down your hair a little
Open up your mouth a little
You're beautiful, you're the best...
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