Fantasyland

Mon chéri…

Tonight, I’m takin’ you somewhere your dreams haven’t even dared to go.

Fantasyland’s got one rule…

You get what you want.

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Step inside, baby, the gate’s wide open,

Silk sheets, slow heat, and my love’s unspoken.

A room for every desire you’ve never confessed,

A throne for your moans, and I’ll handle the rest.

We got whipped cream kisses and chocolate touch,

Feathers on skin if it ain’t too much.

Bubble baths with jazz in the air,

You sit like a queen, I’ll kneel right there.

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Anything you want, anything you crave,

A swing, a mirror, a whispered name.

Tell me your secret, don’t be shy—

Fantasyland was made for nights like this to fly.

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Welcome to Fantasyland, girl, let me take you there,

Where every wish you whisper turns to Southern air.

You want slow? I got time. You want wild? I got plans.

Every room, every touch, got your name in my hands.

From the kitchen to the floor, to the porch where we sweat,

I’ll make you beg in French, then haven’t even started yet.

Fantasyland, baby—ain’t nothin’ off the table…

As long as you say yes, I’m willing and able.

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Let’s hit the “Velvet Room,” red lights and wine,

I’ll trace constellations down your spine.

Then slide into “The Bayou Den,” where the temp gets steamy,

And the only thing wetter than you… is your dreamin’.

Girl, you’re the queen, I’m just the guide,

In this theme park of touch, love, and pride.

We got rope, rose petals, and rhythm and blues,

Now pick your fantasy—what’s first to choose?

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You want the church?

I’ll preach between your thighs.

You want the jazz club?

Let me improvise.

This ain’t lust, baby—it’s art, it’s design,

And every movement is a poem I write along your spine.

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Welcome to Fantasyland, girl, where the rules don’t apply,

You ride my face like a melody, moanin’ to the sky.

You want it raw, you want it sweet, you want it slow or insane—

I’ll serve it up like gumbo, hot and seasoned with flame.

You got tickets for forever, baby, no need to pack,

Just bring that body and I’ll handle the rest out back.

Fantasyland—where pleasure’s the plan…

So close your eyes, mon chéri—

And let me be your man.

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This ain’t no one-night trip…

It’s a Southern fantasy…

And baby, I built it just for you.