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nude maiden courtesy of |
On
Your Knees ( A King's Ransom ) |
On your knees
My servant to do with as I please
In
whatever manner that I fancy
In
any fickle fashion that suits me
Your
will, irrelevant
Bound in servitude,
medieval slavery
These are the
days of Men
In which women should
be seen
Not heard, nary
a single word
And
should be ever thankful
To
stand in the presence of Kings
Who
dress them up in such pretty lacey things
And
in the thrill of great sport
The
Wild Hunt
Tear
away your undergarments
During
lonely evenings
Savoring the wine
flowing from your
These are the
days of Men
On your knees, get
on your knees
These are the
days of Men
Suck it
Suck it
These are the
days of Men
Bend over, face
pressed to the floor
These are the
days of Men
Hump it faster
Grind and push
it more
Choice
Never was yours
To defy your Master
Is to be replaced
by countless other whores
It's back to the
streets with you
I'll find another
willing to screw
Live out your remaining
days as an Old Maid
A ragged, tattered
dress your shame
I ask, who will
tame such a Shrew?
Do you not know
me
Do you not know
my name?
These are the
days of Men
Gobble it till you
gag
These are the days of Men These are the
days of Men
Take every inch
in your lilly white ass without protest
And be a fine philly
of a lass
Dressed in nothing
but the best
Gold and silver
can buy |
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