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And don’t worry, if the zombies come, I’ll throw myself in front of them to keep you safe. Not trying to flirt, I swear! I just think we’d make the perfect apocalypse couple – um, I mean, team. Haha. 😬 Anyway, add me if you ever need a bodyguard or, like, a sandwich maker while you’re slaying zombies!
You don’t need to be between my knees to know you belong to me,
Simply sitting by me, feeling your collar, knowing it’s where you belong
I’m supremely in control of you, and I don’t even need to lift a finger~
It’s where you belong.