LUST KILLS
We went for a ride just the other night
And the Bunny asked me if I could tie her up tight
And the Bunny said a rope on her wrist felt good
And she looked funnily, and I understood
That the Bunny's going wild this time, but a little
Lust all over and the Bunny's in the middle
Her nose is getting wet just to smell what's coming
She's at the gate, she's there and she's knocking
Lust all over and the Bunny's in the middle
A bitchy little smile, a blink and a jiggle
And I shake my head: she's gonna end up dead...
Pushing it to the end she wants to have it all up
With not a minute to miss, not a second to drop
And she's licking in my ear, shifting the gear
Yeah she needs some pain before I let her out of here
So I go: "Bunny watch out for the best of thrills"
And I think she knows now: passion kills...
Lust all over and the Bunny's in the middle
We're heading to the light and we're getting fried
But we ride |
