Stuck in your ways - tally the days left for you Until the hand below ground evokes Your pa**ive event, utter restraint and your vow To feel the straps pulling down hard And I'm pleading; wanting out But her kindling feeds your fire And you're screaming for want of out Is she leading a ma**acre? Strap it on with lethargy Strap it on - I'll soak up the heat I'll strap it on you Unfortunately, your chance to bargain just slid away Manners in stride, she flays you alive for your vote It's bound to breed empathy for the Marquis Sado-M vogue, anything goes in this haunt To suffer slings and pointed things - outrageous And bruising doesn't taint your view Her predatory traits will rule your pleasured breathing It must be true That she's leading a ma**acre I'll strap it on with lethargy Strap it on - I'll soak up your heat I'll strap it on you Unfortunately, your chance to bargain just slid away