You can take me to a movie.
You can share a good occasion.
You can talk about the groovy things you find in our relation.
But one thing I know that you sure couldn't sure couldn't do was to talk about your sexual needs.
I could drag you to a gallows sleeping.
Put the loose around your neck.
I could hang you out the window, whipping you 'till I made you cry and beg.
But I could never force you to admit your nasty subway thoughts, or to drink my hot and physical milk.
Let's try my new instrument.
How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leathercrane.
How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leathercrane.