Lucky Number Seven - SexSick

You're cradling youth
And you feel like a slave
But honey, me and you
Can be easily swayed
Well I'm sex sick
And you know about it
I'm sex sick
Why don't you tell somebody
Leaving in the morning
Running out of frame
Keep you in this moment
Goddess in leather
Chained
Well I'm sex sick
And you know about it
I'm sex sick
Why don't you tell somebody
You hold me like a prisoner tied up
But the feelings exchanged are fucked up
Duck for cover she's got her hands up
Kick and scream for me to wake up
Well I'm sex sick
Well I'm sex sick
Well I'm sex sick
Are you sex sick
Well I'm sex sick
Well I'm fucking sex sick baby
Fuck me, hate me, use me, love me
Fuck me, hate me, use me, love me
Fuck me, hate me, use me, love me
Fuck me, hate me, use me, love me
Fuck me, hate me, love me
Fuck me, hate me, love me, use me
Fuck me, hate me, love me, use me
Fuck

Written by:
Jack Bell

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