I got to feeling your satisfaction
I got to feeling like its 1922
The moaning the movement is true
I am the peddler of melodic reaction
Through everyone and everywhere I feel you through
I toast honey and burlesque to you
I’m the sun called of fire burning out of control
You’ve got to reap what you sow
The night is turning blue the hours are becoming few
You’ve got me you got me you do
Lock me away seduce me with pain oh no
You’ve got to prove that you like this abuse
And I’ll love you death
You shake a nice chord a feast of pure aural blues
For risqué’ for sinners for joy
The night is turning blue the hours are becoming few
You’ve got me you got me you do
Lock me away seduce me with pain oh no
You’ve got to prove that you like this abuse
And I’ll love you death
Struck down in awe arrows galore
You’ve got to prove that you like the abuse
