Hypothetical

　　Hypothetical-emigrate&Marilyn Manson

　　Fuck

　　I’ve got there hands to hold you

　　This mouth will chew and swell

　　Like butterflies inside you

　　Perfuming what you sell

　　I know that I’m reaching

　　That churning, burning heart

　　I see the sweat is beading

　　From what I peel apart

　　Oh, you don’t know

　　What I’m gonna do to you

　　So hypothetical

　　So hypothetical

　　Fuck

　　Hypothetical

　　Let’s fuck

　　So hypothetical

　　You’ve got the hands to be tied

　　Slip out from skin so cold

　　I’ve got the folds to be blind

　　Let’s see what you like most

　　I cannot break the fever

　　The pounding of your soul

　　My little love receiver

　　You make me lose control

　　Oh, you don’t know

　　What I’m gonna do to you

　　So hypothetical

　　So hypothetical

　　Fuck

　　Hypothetical

　　Let’s fuck

　　So hypothetical

　　Fuck

　　Hypothetical

　　Let’s fuck

　　So hypothetical

　　You don’t know

　　What I’m gonna do to you

　　So hypothetical

　　You don’t know

　　What I’m gonna do to you

　　So hypothetical

　　So hypothetical

　　Fuck

　　So hypothetical

　　Fuck

　　So hypothetical

　　Let’s fuck

　　So hypothetical

　　Fuck

　　So hypothetical

　　Let’s fuck

　　So hypothetical