Arrested

I hope my heart is a thoroughbred
The way it’s hammering in my chest
Place me under cardiac arrest
Put my morals to the test
And I’ll pour out my thoughts perverse
Wishing my fingers would traverse
Those heaving notches upon your breast
I’ll place you under cardiac arrest

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