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Vic n tim

With all of her ducks neatly set in a row 

Victoria\'s secret\'s beginning to show 

Lingerie pics were sent to the one in the know 

She was up for a sordid affair 

 

Timothy heard her cry reaching out for her hand 

Promising he would satisfy every demand 

Falling head over heels he\'s in no rush to land 

Soaking up all fun of the fair 

 

Passion flows to the surface whenever they speak 

Close enough to connect in a way that\'s unique 

So the next guy will get the same spiel with a tweak 

Femininity\'s mystical flair

 

She retreats to the safety of comfortable hell 

Never able to show all the wonders she\'d tell 

Missing out on the touch on the taste on the smell 

On the truth she regards as a dare 

 

No one wins when the dark forces retake control 

All he touched was the darkest recess of her soul 

For a brief moment both halves had felt like one whole 

Vic n tim circling in a square