“pig”, “pig”, I want to be called “pig”
by you...
ah, tie me tightly with a rope of pleasure
I can no longer escape, I’m a slave of love
spit in my face, sink your boot in
stick me with abusive words, just like a needle
stop, stop, no, don’t stop
that treatment
it’s a sweet reward
only for me
you’re a true S, with pale, flushed skin
a true S, wielding a whip violently
a true S, the grinning broadly and smiling you
a true S, a true S, a true S, a true S
I am your sow
please, somehow, breed this lowly me
I want you to keep me as a pet, your dirty all over livestock eternally
step on me, step on me, yes, trample on this back
I’ll give only you pleasure
you’re a true S, binding me with cold handcuffs
a true S, dripping a hot candle on me
a true S, the disgustingly smiling you
a true S, a true S, a true S, a true S
I am a lowly female pig
Diary
Use me as a chair, and eat a French restaurant full course.
Use me as a horse, and you can parade around the neighborhood, clop clop.
Use me as a stool, with your black Mobile S......
assault, criticize, torment me
all night long
and lose control until the very limit
you’re a true S, slowly constricting my neck
a true S, within my fading conscience
a true S, my beloved smiling you
a true S, a true S, a true S, a true S
I am your female pig