Sometimes your hand is hard to take
Your fingers, hungry, lick my face
Sometimes your body wants a taste
Before I put you in your place

Sometimes you stay up late at night
You say you don't want me to win
Admit you like to tell these lies
and lose again, again, again

Oh in the morning, you're a prince
with velvet coat and silken tie
The office girls are all convinced
You're looking for a trophy wife

But after sunset you are waiting
waiting for my shadow calling
waiting for the feel of falling
waiting, just to be denied

Sometimes I don't want control
No, I want to be your princess
and then I push your shoulders down
and lock you in your harness

You're a beast and I, your Master
wrapped in chains you're thirsting faster
You're the tart and I, your pastor
wiping lipstick from the plaster

(And then I push your shoulders down
better not to make a sound
then I push your shoulders
oh yes, I push you down)

Sometimes your breath comes hard and fast
You ask me how long this can last
Sometimes I have to shut your eyes
Before they swallow me alive

And in the morning you're a prince
with silver tongue and easy guile
You hide the aching in your skin
under imported suits and smiles

But after sunset you are waiting
waiting for my shadow calling
waiting for the feel of falling
waiting, just to be denied

You're a beast and I, your Master
wrapped in chains you're thirsting faster
You're the tart and I, your pastor
wiping lipstick from the plaster

And you can crave a soul to devour
But you won't find it here, in this place
And you can starve on the altar of power
You know I'll satisfy, if you wait

Now the stakes are higher than ever
Because the thrill is all you know
And your heart is part of the wager
But the dice are mine to throw

Sometimes I don't want control
No, I want to be your princess
and then I push your shoulders down
and lock you in your harness

You're a beast and I, your Master
wrapped in chains you're thirsting faster
You're the tart and I, the pastor
wiping lipstick from the plaster