"Corrupt" -by M. L. Gore

I could corrupt you

in a heart beat.
You think your so special.
You think your so sweet.

What are you trying?

Don't even tempt me.
Soon you'll be crying,

wishing you dreamt me.

You'll be calling out my name,
when you need someone to blame.

I can corrupt you.
It would be easy.
Watching you suffer,
girl, it would please me.

I wanna touch you 

with my little finger.
I know it will crush you.

My memory would linger.

You'll be crying out in pain,
begging me to play my games.

I can corrupt you.
It will be ugly.
They could sedate you,

But what good would drugs be?

I wanna touch you 

with my hands on your hips.
It would be too much to
place my lips on your lips.

You'll be calling out my name,
begging me to play my games.