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
