Feelin' you, Fall in love In the Secret night Wow be with you
Because of you, going down Nothing but the Perfect Crime
Around the time the streets fall into a deep slumber and the darkness bewilders one's heart I will lure you into the labyrinth of my body When did it all start? When we came to our senses, we've already come this far Let us sink to the bottom of a sinful sea forgetting about everything else
"Touch me" "Not yet" Our intersecting emotions Are but the toys we roll around in our palms Would you like to take a peek At what lies beyond The door deep inside my heart?
Sweet and heartbreaking your lips are a temptation I don't care if this is forbidden I will take you for myself Whispering in my ears are those words an imitation...? The more we writhe, the more tangled we become yes this is a Perfect Crime
Feelin' you, fall in love In the secret night Wow be with you
Because of you, going down Nothing but the Perfect Crime
Right now, I'm going to bite tenderly into this sweetly ripened fruit It dawns on me that this moment won't ever return That's fine just forget about everything Because what's waiting for you after all of this is the correct answer
Now is all we need Even the faint hesitation Is a delicacy to melt and slowly taste on the tip of your tongue "Can I?" "Yes, you can" I won't waver anymore So come into me, as deeply as you can
Leaving everything to my burning, violent impulse This moment, I have perfectly taken you for myself Other than the pleasure I elicit from feeling all of you I don't need any evidence yes this is a Perfect Crime
Feelin' you, fall in love In the secret night Wow be with you
Because of you, going down Nothing but the Perfect Crime
Feelin' you, Fall in love In the Secret night wow be with you
Because of you, going down Nothing but the Perfect Crime Perfect Crime by Vocaloid
A little story: At the mid 30's. Monty Burns along with his servant Smithers went to a party in other city (with other millionaires and businessmen) for celebrate the recovery of wealth after the Great Depression. Then they come back (with difficulty) to their luxurious hotel, they're already drunk by too much champagne and wine. At his room Smithers help to Burns lying in bed, he was about to leave when Monty grabs from his tie.
"Sir... Monty?", even if he's a bit dizzy, Smithers can feel his heart beaten.
"Waylon... I want you now...", for drunkenness, Burns is not available to control his impulses.
Not even Smithers himself. Ge easily get aroused by the situation. So Burns pull him towards him.
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Then is over and Burns fall sleep, Waylon leave the room. He need a shower, but never arrive. He fall sleep at the corridor, near to the stairs.
Hours after, Monty wake up with a pretty hard headache. He leave the room. After he found Waylon with hangover and a strange pain at his ass (he thought that he surely feel from the stairs); both decided to rest all the day. Not even knowing that the last night their had... their first time.
C. Montgomery Burns and Waylon Smithers Sr. (c) Matt Groening