... And we all have a hell
From first to last
Every day gets worse,
Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse
You must wonder why I look at you that way
Tonight ill make my way into your house
I must; I'm lusting for your body
Skin looks tight, think I just might have
To take a bit, but I know one will turn
To three or four or more my little whore
Tonight, tonight
She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) ...