Yes, shall we take a spin again in business?
This time is fixed, let’s sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Shall we take a spin again, no witnesses?
This time is fixed, seven-three-seven is
You won’t feel a thing
Begging until you give it up, insane
Fish like little silver knives
Make the cuts on my inside
Yeah, let them feast, my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide in metal studs
Tourniquet will hold its groove
Tourniquet will keep its grip
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Yeah, let them feast, my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
You let them feast, my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
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