Give Me Leather

Your submission is my perversion

I need the friction, frisson, a mission

To get the sick thrills that I love

At night I slip outside as I stride with pride

Inside the darkside

Desire, like a foot in a leather glove

There is no greater thrill I know

So grip the whip and start the show

We want it hard

We want it fast

Everyone's paying the fee

We want it here

We want it now

I want what's coming to me

Give me leather

Give me leather

I crave the lash of ash on flesh

I flash when smashed

In the grime of the neon show

The underworld unfurls in curls

Of showgirls with dirty pearls disturb

As I laugh at every stinging blow

There is no greater thrill I know

So grip the whip and start the show

We want it hard

We want it fast

Everyone's paying the fee

We want it here

We want it now

I want what's coming to me

Give me leather

Give me leather

A shortlist of the things I like

Whips and chains and motorbikes

Axle grease and collar spikes

Sadists who are businesslike

Slipping out in dead of night

I'll pay a man to have a fight

And in the dark through my narrow eyes

I watch the violence fetishise

In the morn with dawn

The line drawn, I'm gone

Returning home to my spawn

I keep my nose nice and clean

And if we meet or greet on the street

Looking neat, you know I won't miss a beat

You'll never know I'm obscene

There is no greater thrill I know

So grip the whip and start the show

We want it hard

We want it fast

Everyone's paying the fee

We want it here

We want it now

I want what's coming to me

Give me leather

Give me leather