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Mind, body and soul
Could be all yours
The whispers still haunt
And he is again in the same joint

I know
The walls are falling
and friends are talking
You just can't run now

Deeper and deeper
It's getting creeper
Like affection seeker
He follows you blindly
When you smile kindly

I know
The walls are speaking
and friends are stearing
You just can't hide now

It's getting warmer
but beers are colder
there isn't a holder
He can't be stopped
He feels like dropped

I know
The walls are empty
and friends are dirty
You just can't turn back

Now it's too hot
He gives you a pot
and you can't stop
Kinky feeling, besides
You have to decide

Mind, body and soul
Should be all yours