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Crass - Bata Motel lyrics
I've got 54321 I've got a red pair of high-heels on Tumble me over, it doesn't take much Tumble me over, tumble me, push In my red high-heels I've no control The rituals of repression are so old You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival I've got 54321 Come on my love, I know you're strong Push me hard, make me stagger The pain in my back just doesn't matter You force-hold me above the ground I can't get away, my feet are bound So I'm bound to say That I'm bound to stay Well today I look so good Just like I know I should My breasts to tempt inside my bra My face is painted like a movie star I've studied my flaws in your reflection And put them to rights with savage correction I've turned my statuesque perfection And shone it over in your direction So come on darling, make me yours Trip me over, show me the floor Tease me, tease me, make me stay In my red high-heels I can't get away I'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird But I bleed without dying and I won't say a word Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar Put me into gear like your lady car Drive me fast and crash me crazy I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy These wounds leave furrows as they heal I've travelled them, they're red and real I know them well, they're part of me My birth, my sex, my history They grew with me, my closest friend My pain's my own, my pain's my end Clip my wings so you know where I am I can't get lost while you're my man Tame me so I know your call I've stabbed my heels so I am tall I've bound my twisted falling fall Beautiful mute against the wall Beautifully mutilated as I fall Use me, don't lose me I've got 54321 I've got a red pair of high-heels on Strap my ankles, break my heels Make me kneel, make me feel Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll Put in your key and give me a whirl Tease me, tease me, the reason to play In my red high-heels I can't get away I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai Your black-eyed bonsai, erotically rotting Will my tiny feet fit your desire? Warped and tied I walk on fire Burn me out, twist my wrists I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill Tease me, Tease me, make me see You're the only one, I need to be me Thankyou, will you take me? Thankyou, will you make me? Thankyou, will you break me? Use me, don't lose me Taste me, don't waste me Use, lose, taste, waste |
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