You're own, Personal Mitchrock.
Someone who can hear your prayers.
Someone who cares.
You're own, Personal Mitchrock.
Someone is honest and true.
Someone who is cuddly and cute.
I'm taking a ride with my Mitchrock.
I hope he never lets me down again.
Promises me I'm as safe as houses!
As long as I remember who's wearing the monkey trousers!
I hope he never lets me down again!
Now I'm not looking for absolution.
Forgiveness for the things I do.
But before you come to any conclusions.
Try walking in my shoes.
Try walking in my shoes.
You'll stumble in my footsteps!
I treasure the way we used to laugh and play.
And look in each other's eyes.
You can keep me at a distance if you don't trust my resistance.
But I swear I won't touch you.
All I wanna do is see you.
Don't you know that it's true?
You wear guilt.
Like shackles on your feet.
Like a halo in reverse.
I can feel.
The discomfort in your seat.
And in your head it's worse.
There's a pain.
A famine in your heart.
An aching to be free.
Domination's the name of the game.
In bed or in life, they're both just the same.
Except in one you're fulfilled at the end of the day.
Let's play Master and Servant!
Let's play Master and Servant!
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