Oh, I can't feel
Your little disease
Greying hair:
it has a way of breaking concealed inner-feelings
A gift your daddy must have given me
And how he gave it with such a pretty pink bow
I'd gladly take it
Let's make these issues useful
Your such an easy sort
And I am not one so easily amused
I'm such a fucked up sort
You wouldn't know either way
Taste my beautiful abuse
I want you
in my grasp
Cold hands they feel
Warm when they meet
The tender parts that you would never
Try to reveal in more reserved company
Don't you ever
That you're in charge here
I'll give you a steady what for
And show you where your actions lead you
Your such an easy sight
And I am not one so easily amused
I'm such a fucked up sight
You wouldn't know either way
Taste my beautiful abuse
Your such an easy sight
And I am not one so easily amused
I'm such a fucked up sight
It wouldn't work either way