But let me tell you now baby
You told me that your love will make me black and blue I said "I wouldn't mind now child,
When you call my name now, child You like to put me in place Oh now I'm under your spell now, baby
Whip it on me, whip it on me, whip it on me...
Oh baby the way you torture me so fine Let's do it one more time
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