This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
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!