Pleasure - Montaigne

I’m a dreary droopy baby

Crying out for divinity

Sucking on inbetweenity

I can barely stand to touch the skin of me

I can barely stand

Barely lay a hand

On my fickle thoughts

And throw them like a violent sport

Tell them I’m the man

Dick in my hand

Bleeding on the floor

Do they want me anymore

Pleasure

Pleasure

Why do you stay

Wrapped up in pain

Pleasure

You’re a deathly daisy

Oh my sun, would you love me, raze me

Kiss me, love me, crave me

Bury me for fun at the party

I can barely stand

Barely lay a hand

On my fickle thoughts

And throw them like a violent sport

Tell them I’m the man

Dick in my hand

Bleeding on the floor

Do they want me anymore

Pleasure

Pleasure

Why do you stay

Wrapped up in pain

Pleasure

Pleasure, ooh

Everybody knows that I am lonely

Don’t know about the word «crazy»

Do I call you that much too flippantly

Maybe

I can barely stand to touch the skin of me

Pleasure

Pleasure

Why do you stay

Wrapped up in pain

Pleasure

Pleasure

Pleasure

Why do you stay

Wrapped up in pain

Pleasure