a conversation with the devil - gatsby's american dream lyrics

“i get what i want this time baby.”
foul temptress i want it too
this h-ll, this doom baby
i find i cannot part with this shadow of a thought
desire in my lips is precious to me
like air or blood or jewels that shine in the sky baby
or sweat that runs down your spine like a river
i find i cannot part with this shadow of a thought
desire in my lips is precious, precious to me