you call me your baby, so i might as well act like one
i've always been one to bite the hand that holds the milk bottle
you wanna see me act out so you have a brat to punish
but you ain't seen nothing yet.

i wanna knock you into next week with what i could tell you
darling boy throws a temper tantrum,
but maybe that's cause they don't listen to what baby wants

if i gotta get hit to earn my hit
then i'll do it.
i just want your attention, and i want them to see it.
cause all they see now is god in the eyes of a boy in the stable stalls

darling boy gets a sugar cube if he behaves well
he knows just what to do
but he wants you to crack that whip over his yielding spine to make it hurt

so don't speak to me in my precious mother tongue
i want to hear the low, sensual note of your sweet 'enchante' rolling off
or maybe i want to hear you nicker like a horse..
since you're my friesian, such a beautiful stallion

give me what i want
a mass of bruises and scars and they spill out all over the sheets
not too hard, just raise your fist and let it fall with the same impact of their words

stick it and twist it
see how much i writhe for you
darling boy loves it much
can you see it in his dead eyes ?

i miss the soft 'sweetheart' of my daddy
especially as i see the birthday wishes which read like death notes
give me something good to remember

call us the master and pupil
the stallion and the foal
my eyes glimmer at sight,
because the stud and the syringe are one and the same

he doesn't like the disrespect, dongwook, look me in the face
darling boy has black eyes and both cold hands
on the barrel of the--