Prophet

She feels me up then she kicks me down

Chews her gum while humming a song

Has me for dinner in her dressing gown

Stark naked underneath I am

Feebly struggling and played along

I should get out but her hips are strong

I try to peek out of my blindfold

Cuffed, gagged and cheaply sold

But I know something that she’ll pay to keep

A secret, we let ourselves back in the game

And so the dance goes on in a dirty style

We can provide no rest for the weary eye

It’s far too late to apologize

And if you care to dance, not a chance

Stand in line

Wait up for miss swedish pie

Will I join her foul pigsty

Of broken men trying to prophesy

Her next move? While we can’t move;

Stand in line

How many men have you done this to?

I suspect that we are quite a few

Sweet-talk us and bump us around

Bury us under miles of mound

But I know something that you’ll pay to keep

A secret, but I can’t get any leverage

Stand in line

Stand in line

Stand in line