The Function Of The Orgasm

歌詞

It's half past eight, and I'm waiting, In a beautiful place, Anticipating everything we'll do, And all we'll say, Till your Father sees you again. Now I don't know just what you're doing, Is it me or him, That you're screwing? But I don't care and you don't care When You're Here. Now the storm is here, I see you running, Your face full of tears, So red and burning, And I can't work out, How you spend, Another day with him. Just say the word, You know I'll do it, I'm waiting for you, Just let me do it, And we can run away to another place, Less Full Of fear.