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Alone I sit in my private place
My pants around my knees When at the door I hear a knock And someone's deadened pleas. The thing they want is mine for now The ace that's up my sleeve. I say that it might be awhile And they drop down to their knees. They say that I must hurry now I say I'll take my time And that is when I realize The power is all mine. So here I sit in my private place My pants around my knees I think I'll flush the toilet once Just to be a tease.
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