Shame is a thing I do not know
Not when he kisses me
Or ***** me slow

Shame is a thing I do not know
Not when she touches me
Or moans from below

Shame is a thing I do not know
Not when my mouth drinks
With the light down low

Shame is not a friend, nor foe
Shame is the man in the mirror
When it all disappears

Irony is *** is both
my drug and disruption
Because Shame only welcomed himself in
When I felt your hands around my throat