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To: jttmab who wrote (151150)	11/5/2004 7:51:25 PM
From: FaultLine	1 Recommendation Read Replies (7) \| Respond to of 281500

Hi jttmab, Would this help? I doubt it. Here on FADG we're into masichism anyway... Masichism Tango -- Tom Leher "I ache for the touch of your lips dear But much more for the touch of your whips dear You can raise welts like no body else As we dance to the masichism tango Let our love be a flame not an ember Say its me that you want to dismember Blacken my eye, Set fire to my tie As we dance to the masichism tango At your command Before you here I stand My heart is in my hand---ick Its here that I must be My heart entreats Just hear those savage beats And go put on your cleats And come and trample me Your heart is hard as stone or mahagony Thats why I'm in such exquisite agony My soul is on fire It's aflame with desire Which is why I perspire when we tango You caught my nose in your left castinet love I can feel the pain yet love every time I hear drums And I envy the rose that you held in your teeth love With the thorns underneath love sticking into your gums Your eyes cast a spell that betwitches The last time I needed 20 stitches To sew up the gash You made with your lash As we danced to the masochism tango Bash in my brain And make me scream in pain Then kick me once again And say we'll never part I know too well I'm underneath your spell So darling if you spell something burning Its my heart - hic 'scuse me Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine And swear that your mine As we dance to the masochism tango. --fl