Pleasures for Ophelia
I like to think of you tied up
You ask me to pull your hair and I must
Indulge a finer kind of love
A deeper kind of impulse
I push you up against the wall
You whisper something unintelligible
That's alright honey, tonight (that's alright)
We got a date, we stay inside
The sights in your mind reveal your beauty
The sight of your body with your skin so pure
I spank you, you beg me for more on the floor
I like to think of you two
Your eighteen year old friend knows what she likes
I got a camera I can use
Don't mistake my love for abuse, oh no
The sights in your mind reveal your beauty
The sight of your body with its skin so pure
I spank you, you beg me for more on the floor
And while you're down there
The sights in your mind reveal your beauty
The sight of your body with its skin so pure
I spank you, you beg me for more on the floor
The sights in your mind reveal your beauty
The sight of your body with your skin so pure
I thank you with pleasures for Ophelia
Writer/s: Neil Leitao, Rich Jones
