Hey, Electric tape girl 
object of my desires, 
Oh, electric tape girl, 
I am bare naked wires, 
wrap me in your dark soul 
for lightning burns my veins, 
wrap me up roll after roll 
and ground me in your chains; 
what a wild energy 
you must surely possess 
to make your finery 
electric tape's caress. 

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