Women are metals
In a state of cotton
Sweet fire of mamey
Sacred elixir of scorpion
The spirit rises
When matter is released
Thus we fall to the precipice
From our rogue appetites
And I will ask for forgiveness
For all my sins
To live in chains
In the resurrection, yes
Of the flesh
Thus are imperatives
The assaults of desire
Attacking again at the boarding
In the rapture carnal to empty myself
I will ask for forgiveness
For all my sins
To live in chains
In the resurrection
Of the flesh
I learned laws for the queens
I learned all the techniques
I learned the rhythm of containment
Just to please them
In the resurrection ³, yes
Of the flesh
In the resurrection, yes

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