Wicked me, I'm still ashamed
- that is, so I say whenever you ask me
I sure was bad most of the time
- but then, why were you so charming?
Of course, it was my fault
- yes, after your sexiness seduced me
Anyway, my hands grabbed what I didn't want
- sorry, they took advantage of me
Greedily I dug into areas I had no right to
- oh, those hands, how they stray
This greed I don't condone, it's not me
- it's my bewitched and wicked hands
One part of my body behaves like pirates
- they loot, maybe even kill in my sleep
These thieving objects, attached to my body
- fork their way into private areas of others
Sorry, sorry, will never happen again
- that is, if I can tame their friends, my greedy lips ...
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