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Late at night I can hear
Whispering behind the wall
Suddenly my girl comes in
Looks like a Black-rubber-doll
She holds the whip in her hand,
now I can’t do stupid things,
I go down on my knees –
quid est libertas?
With a smile on her face
but strictness in her voice
I can taste my sweat
I don’t have any choice
She holds the whip in her hand,
now I can’t do stupid things,
I go down on my knees –
quid est libertas?
Hey girl – I’m not your slave!
I will gag you that’s true
show you how I imagine
what you should do
I hold the whip in my hand,
now you can’t do stupid things,
my lovely black rubber doll –
meum est libertas!

Die Menschen lieben von Natur aus die Freiheit
Und hassen den Zustand der Knechtschaft.

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