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There's just one x that marks the spot..that ever beckoning lover,
his name stands silent sentinal, can't escape my trembling lips
His decadent home lies in my inner core, land of nitty-gritty
he's the blacknight jesting joker and the puffed-up king of hearts
His stacked perversions deadly sweet, shuffled in life's deck of cards
Darkly whimsical magic, unearthly encored skills

Awfully hard to keep a pretense going, with his mix of impish signals
chemical cocktail rituals, dark-eyed pheromones
what's your killing poison, what's your healing choice
a variety of formulated variables won't be leaving any clues
no set math equation tells when love is fast approaching,
but you sure as hell know when it leaves