Spirit made flesh in black silken mesh
The monster wants her
His lust has new designs
Teething, seething, his greed is undefined
Swing Shift, soixante-neuf
Tied her to a tree with a skipping rope
Swing Shift, soixante-neuf
Keep on praying, you haven't got a hope
With more than lust he craves, to cradle the brave
Charging his own with deeds unknown
The monster wants her
His lust has new designs
Teething, seething, his greed is undefined
Swing Shift, soixante-neuf
Tied her to a tree with a skipping rope
Swing Shift, soixante-neuf
Keep on praying, you haven't got a hope
The Bishop in the sky wants to tweak your thigh
Spirit made flesh in black silken mesh
The monster wants her
His lust has new designs
Teething, seething ...
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