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I'm the count, be my countess my beauty one, my lady in the tomb. Be my Carmilla you got a raven hair lush red lips, and rounded cheeks you got those hungry eyes my teenage whore you're girl with the hungry eyes you're as pale as death. My destiny my dream and death. My desire. You make heat on me like no-one else could do. Your face in the candle light when you get out of your coffin please, bite me again please, bite me again. |