You don’t have to tell me it’s wrong
Tell me you won’t reciprocate
I know how a confession would go
So you’d be damn sure that you’ll never know
But I know everything about you
I know about all the things you do
I can do all the things they joke about doing
No doubt that’d I do them all
Oh baby I know it’s wrong
After years of work on the reconstruction
Of our minds after the jeckels have been at them
To look at you with these kind of eyes
But when that your body glistens in the light
And when you bite them lips so tight
All I can think of is the mountains of ways
That I’d blow your mind
You don’t have to tell me it’s wrong
Tell me you won’t reciprocate
There’s only one way it could ever go
And of course you’ll never know
But I know everything about you
I know about all the things you do
I can do all the things they joke about doing
Baby I’m all yours to control
Please open your eyes man
I can see the strings she pulls from over here
It’s supposed to be enforced by dates in the park
Not fondles by the opponents after dark
Oh what I wouldn’t give to take you away
From them forcing you onto the main stage
But darling I know it’s far to late
That there’s far to much at stake
Oh I know everything about you
Like the back of my hand
There’s nothing I won’t do
For a little taster of you
But I know everything about you
I know about all the things you do
I can do all the things they joke about doing
And I’ll show no signs of stopping at all
Baby please don’t tell me it’s wrong
Beacuse everything’s all wrong
Darling please you got to know!
Darling please I need you!
If I was born a girl
I’d stow you away
If I was born a girl
I’d treat you right
If I was born a girl
If only…
Domestic Poetry 