touch

b-b-bitch, w-watch your temper!

b-b-bitch, w-watch your temper!

to the beat of the freaks that i meet in the streets

i'll touch on your skin and become all sin

i am opulence, i am providence

i know your secrets all too well

yes bitch, the ones that'll drag you to hell

but guess what? i won't say a word

unless you bow and call me your lord

reach out your hand, it's your blood i demand!

b-b-bitch, w-watch your temper!

b-b-bitch, w-watch your temper!

all dogs cry and burn

go, bitch, it's your turn

to face your fears and become god

prove that your love isn't flawed

but guess what, bitch? oh, yes it is

and to this day your heart is his

that chewed up soul sleeps with tomorrow

a dominatrix birthed his sorrow

touch touch touch me, bitch!

touch touch touch me, bitch!