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Yes, I love you – no, I don´t
I know I should – that´s if I could
You can talk like a whore, adore and smile
You can be a bore with style
You can put up a fight, without a reason
Give me a fright and come teasing

You can be the pain in the arse I just needed
Or play the princess to be pleaded
Is it rampant vice or making scenes
Is it throwing dice or counting beans
Now you´re nagging and next you´re hugging
Now you´re bitch and next you´re darling

You are my bitch-cow-darling