That voice inside your head telling you to spend, spend, spend, you need your fix, spend. You need to stroke, you need to get lost in my arse, swiping your credit card up and down my arse crack, you're a dirty little addict aren't you. It's pointless trying to stop this - you need this far too much. You need for me isn't going to go away, neither is that struggle, it feels too good. Just give in. It's far too good to stop.