The Bondage Song

Handcuffs and bedposts, stockings and bull whips,

Cream and green jelly infatuations and silk slips.

Brown paper packages, fish nets and sailors,

Big leather masks, good leather tailors.

When the skin breaks, when the soul takes

Then I'm feeling grand.

I like the way that metal studs ping;

These are a few of my favourite things.

Poodles and leather, rubber and latex.

We like it that way, we don't like straight sex.

Pig masks and posers, photos and bruises

in the bath we're pretending we're ocean line cruises.

When the whip cracks, when the silk breaks

Then I'm feeling fine.

I like the way that agony sings;

These are a few of my favourite things.

Kitchen utensils, chairs and the like.

I feel like riding, don't get out the bike.

Bottles of oil, hot wax and butter

The thought of all this sends my heart a flutter.

When the bonds strain, when the welts show

Then I'm feeling fine.

The stinging blow, the way my head rings

These are a few of my favourite things.

Furry type mammals, hidden down pants

Whack on some leather, let's do a dance.

Pencils and broom sticks, covered with glee;

Whip me oh whip me oh PLEASE JUST WHIP ME!

When the room breaks, when the lights dim,

then I'm feeling fine.

Leather and rubber amongst other things

these are a few of my favourite things.

Its time you and me, came out of the closet,

but I do like the photo of me in a corset.

Really its cool, we're not really wankers.

In fact I'm a lawyer and she is a banker.

When the belts fly, when the zips catch

Then I'm feeling fine.

The cold metal feel of a silver cock-ring:

These are a few of our favourite things