he's only happy when
my pretty little lips are wrapped around him,
when he can pat my head
and say "good girl"
because i'm doing what he wants,
but if i don't,
he'll turn his head
and kindly never speak to me again
now i can't have that
can i

so i'll gladly take him in my mouth
if that means he'll love me
and he'll never leave me,
he'll keep me close
because he knows
he has me in the palm of his hand
and if i do what he wants
he'll have to be with me,
because who else
would bend over as easily as i do