A merry chase I'll lead you on
when at night you toss and turn
you would crave for my
fingers caressing your lips
and ache for my
sultry touch on your skin;
Into your dreams I would glide
and make your juices running wild,
you'd search for me everywhere
but my darlin' I was ne'er there,
and if you ever find me on the shore
just remember honey
I'm the will-o'-the-wisp
gone with the wind
forever!
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