Servant Of Love
Wanderlust
I'm looking, watching,
For the master living in my love.
I'm crashing, grabbing,
To the trance that never shut.
I'm paying, waiting,
For the sweety in the dark.
I'm going, to the city alarm,
The feet with back door charm.
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
To love itself
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
Ready for the second time
I'm struting, diving
For the necks I like to suck.
I guess, from the whisper,
The black whip in whose arms.
I'm lying, up with glue,
Wake me anytime you choose.
I'm sharing, Masoch's rule,
With the girls in pink and boys in blue.
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
To love itself
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
Ready for the second time
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
To love itself
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
Ready for the second time
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
I'm the servant of love
Ready for the second time