Romance like a baby bird
falling to the ground,
everytime I kiss your face I lift the funeral shroud
everybody wants to be the toy
I just wanna be controlled
Oh my peferct one rotting one
you tie my throat in knots,
gnawing teeth and thrashing tongue
I just wanna talk-
Body like a whiskey shot.
one is not enough-
tie me up and tie me down
strike while the irons hot
Everybody wants be the controlled,
I just wanna be the toy