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She is waiting to kiss my handBut she will wait for my commandMy chains and collar brought her to her kneesShe now is free to pleaseWoman, be my slaveThat's your reason to liveWoman, be my slaveThe greatest gift I can giveWoman, be my slaveBefore her surrender she had no lifeNow she's a slave, not a wifeHer only sorrow is for women who live with liesShe's taken off her disguiseWoman, be my slaveThat's your reason to liveWoman, be my slaveThe greatest gift I can giveWoman, be my slaveYour body belongs to meWoman, come hereRemove your garmentsKneel before mePlease meWoman, be my slaveThat's your reason to liveWoman, be my slaveThe greatest gift I can giveWoman, be my slave

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