Tied my baby down to the bedpost.
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She begs me to do it, I just can't tell her no.
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Whipped my baby into a frenzy,
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when she screams I know that she loves me.
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She asks me to hit her,
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she always punches back.
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Can't tell real love from a venomous attack.
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Tied my baby down to the bedpost.
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Can't understand why my baby's so mean.
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She's always making me ... do ... things.
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Baby, baby, say that you love me.
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(Die pig - plug in the hoover)
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I know that she means it when she's towering over me.
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She doesn't stop even when I get sore.
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My baby yells for MORE! MORE! MORE!
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Can't understand why my baby's so mean.
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When we dance I hold her real close,
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I don't mind her stepping on my toes.
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I love my baby and my baby loves the whip,
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three of us together in the iron-fisted grip (OF LOVE).
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She might not be the Marquis de Sade,
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but when she hits me I see God.
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When we dance I hold her real close.
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Tied my baby down to the bedpost.
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Bedpost
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Alice Donut |