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.