ragtime

oh... 
you better believe it
we all need it
loving from above

but I'll leave it up to you
to read into it what you want to

what you want
what you need
what you've gotta have
when it comes to lovin

it's best not to confuse the two
wouldn't wanna let your needs consume

and in the end the loving that you take
is equal to the loving that you make

baby, won't you sing for me
one of those lovely old ragtime tunes
baby like you used to do
on those lazy sunday afternoons
back when our love was fresh and new

you flow like honey babe
heavy with mood
you know you're killing me softly child
when you sing them blues

and in the end the loving that you take
is equal to the loving that you make

baby, won't you sing for me
one of those lovely old ragtime tunes
baby like you used to do
on those lazy sunday afternoons
back when our love was still brand new
brand spankin' new... my hand spankin' you

well it's 1, 2, 3, 4
hands tied on the floor
leather lashes galore
it's what she's begging for
but what she's craving, crying, dying for
is just a break from the utter monotony
of living in this repressed society
oh, she said it's killing me!
I said oh baby I can see

some might think it strange that salvation
can be found in bound hands'n'feet
but far be it from me to deny you
a treat so sweet

it's B.Y.O.BDSM around here ya see
it's cool with me long as you understand the following
your skin may bruise when you bottom all night
but you'll never lose the scars on the inside
the weapons of lust in trust must only cut you skin deep
while the wounds from love are gonna eat you up completely

baby - won't you sing for me
one of those lovely, salty, sultry ragtime tunes
baby, like you used to do
on those dirty sunday afternoons
back when I weren't just fucking you