Symbiotic Torture

Bye-bye Bye-bye birdie Your hands are so pretty Now we can go and have some fun Meet me by the hotel, sneak up to my room In a drawer, you'll find a little gun Wrap your hands around that steal, come hither What's it like when you're in heat? Then, you can tell me all your dirty little secrets And I promise that I'll be discreet If you wanna go for days Make a scream like no one's home Blow our minds with something strange Bring the trouble and the alcohol Hanging round my doorstep Whiskey, wine, or corset Symbiotic torture Let's go get a new dress Bye-bye Hanging round my doorstep Whiskey, wine, or corset Bye-bye Bye-bye birdie Your man's a little swervy But you can take me for a ride Point that little gun Tell me what you do for fun He couldn't even if he tried I wanna see your fantasy quiver What's it like for you to be at ease You know we can do all these things that you like I promise, I'll be discreet If you wanna go for days Make 'em scream like no one's home Blow our lives with something strange Bring the trouble and the alcohol Hanging round my doorstep Whiskey, wine, or corset Symbiotic torture Let's go get a new dress Bye-bye Hanging round my doorstep Whiskey, wine, or corset Symbiotic torture Let's go get a new dress Bye-bye