Troubles with love
My beautiful sex-slave
Left me,
As she struggled to be free;
I'm grateful for what she gave
-But what about My needs?
Sure, the dungeon wasn't clean enough
-The shackles a little tight,
She always said I couldn't know love
And maybe she was right...
But what about when we first met
When I first showed her the ropes..
I guess she forgot, those crazy knots
That bound our little hopes...
I considered myself a mentor
She uses other words..
But in this world we entered
And new things did occur..
So why did she come back
And why point that gun?
So I can have a heart-attack
Or shoot me while I run
Crazy Love, Crazy Love
Left me,
As she struggled to be free;
I'm grateful for what she gave
-But what about My needs?
Sure, the dungeon wasn't clean enough
-The shackles a little tight,
She always said I couldn't know love
And maybe she was right...
But what about when we first met
When I first showed her the ropes..
I guess she forgot, those crazy knots
That bound our little hopes...
I considered myself a mentor
She uses other words..
But in this world we entered
And new things did occur..
So why did she come back
And why point that gun?
So I can have a heart-attack
Or shoot me while I run
Crazy Love, Crazy Love