Satan's Finest

Why are you doing this to me?
Keeping me tied to this blues
This tease is killing my will to live
I don't know what more I can do

I can't stand up and face you
Your heels are crushing my soul
Don't you know that what I want to do
Is worship you from head to toe?

'Cause you're the greatest blasphemy
You're Satan, Satan's finest

All I can do is lay in bed
And wish your ass sitting on my head
All I can think is your leather boots
Giving me finally truth

All I can breathe is your divine scent
And a pack of cigarettes
All I can feel is your groove
Comin' thru comin' thru comin' thru

'Cause you're the greatest blasphemy
You're Satan, Satan's finest



Credits
Writer(s): Mateus Cantaleano, Roberto Corrêa Scienza
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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