I'll tie your hands with a rope,
I'll make you lose all your hope.
I'll bite your lips,
I'll crush your hips.
I'll mark your body with my own,
I'll make you suffer and softly moan.
Just cry,
beg me to let you die.
You can try to make me nice,
I'll still stay as cold as ice.
Because I know you are just little slow
and actually love the show.
And in the end it's true,
that I do all of this for you.