Thursday, April 24, 2008

Gynaecologist (a song)

Ronnie had a point,
When he said he was a slave.
I touched
You touched
Me
Love visited

Today we've no chance to behave
I loved
You loved
Me
Just one thing, could you

(Chorus)
Make me
Come along to the party
Make me
Sing along with the band
Make me
Drink along with the drunkards
Make me
Kiss a long time

Before loving you

I'd say there's something
To be said
For saying words
Inside my head

And if we were alone tonight
You know I'd scream it out instead

Think it louder and louder
Then let me know that
You crave
I crave
Your skin

So touch
I'll touch
You
Make me beg
And I'll

(Chorus)
Make you
Come along to the party
Make you
Sing along with the band
Make you
Drink along with the drunkards
Make you
Kiss a long time

Before loving me

Forgive me if I thought that
You look better
With your shirt off

You know how it is
So late at night
When you're playing gin
Then awake to light and think

This isn't my bed...

It was now i remembered
Your occupation
The great irony is
You really know what you're doing

So beg
I beg
You beg
(etc)
One last time, just

(Chorus)
Make me
Come along to the party
Make me
Sing along with the band
Make me
Drink along with the drunkard
Make me
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss

You

1 comment:

makemearedcape said...

Ahh!
The gynaecologist idea has been expounded upon! Hehe. I like it, the short choppy sentences. It adds to the whole effect, definitely. Desperation, but not pathetic, if you know what I mean? A want. A desire. Yes. That's the word.
<3Helena
PS. Very HOT.