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Flame of Desire
by Sufian Akram
GBR
 

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

Trying, you are trying to escape from my grip,
Do not run so fast my friend, or else you may slip,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

I can give you pleasure, satisfy all your need,
How will you know until you follow me, to see where I lead?

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

I know you already know, but we are quite alike,
See, we both play mind games, but I have the last strike,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

I know you can hear me, see I whisper things in your ear,
I know you want me, because with me you can escape fear,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

Come with me dear sir, with me you are not a slave,
"There's a new night club opened G, I heard it's a rave"

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

Come closer, come closer, do not be afraid,
I won't hurt you I would just like a simple trade,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

If I give you what you want, you will give me your soul,
(slam) the doors of hell are now shut, now do as you're told!

I trapped you too easily, I came in so many disguises,
Your friends were my favourites you should know evil always rises,

you were the game, and how I did play you,
you were my flame, and sorry G now I must burn you!


Submitted August 10, 2006


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