| How good would it feel to be needed by me |
| To watch me put you first time after time |
| How good would it feel to know that I cannot, |
| I cannot in fact live without you |
| And I would sell my soul to say that you were mine |
| If I was aching and begging you please |
| would you want me down |
| That’s right pleading and dizzy from |
| needing you to fix my soul again |
| How good would it feel then, |
| to know that you had the power of revenge |
| How good would it feel to control me |
| To know that I would do whatever it took |
| for you to take me again |
| If you would just take me, take all of me, |
| Take everything in trade for just a taste of you |
| Until they find me lying cold |
| and they check my blood for just a trace of you |
| How good would it feel, you could say you had me |
| You could say you had me and I was yours |
| How good would it feel if I needed your potion so badly |
| Until you captured my mind with the single desire for more |
| And yes I desire you |
| of course I desire you |
| but how good could it feel |
| To lead me to my fall |
| and if you respect me at all |
| Please don’t call. |
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