Corsage

My Dear
My Dear
With control, I will steer
This ship
To wherever I please

So fight with the wind
and not with the sails
They're roped with you entrails and woe

You'll be named "Something" Doe
With you're eyes all a glow
I'll just clap my hands and make it so

To dance, is to torment
To flirt with this moment
My grins will devour your soul

The gleam in my eyes
when I stroke your thighs
with a blade, leading to your hole

My Dear
My Dear
With control, I will steer
This ship
To Wherever I please

So fight with your tears
and not with your nails
Your scratches leave trails with foe

I'll cry for this moment
It's my job to store it
For I may miss it, when it goes.