Yaru Kudasai

Maybe I'm a masochist
but I long for you
to push me over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over ag-OUCH

Maybe I'm just too eager
But there's somewhere I want to be
your venim will set me free
stain me with your white
I'll be able to take flight

you love everyone
I could never get close enough
to be all that important
So if you need them
as your companions
Let me taste you
let me touch you
I've got a body too
that's been waiting
eighteen years
for a chance to melt
away into nothingness

maybe I don't care
about the one you call home
they have nothing to do with me
Its your hair and shoulders
not his dress shirt

Maybe I don't care
about the one you call home
they have nothing to do with me
it's your eyes and lips
not her black veil

maybe I'm a freak
to want you for everything you are
you deviant
All this adore
has got me hot

have you got an implement
that can crash this boulder to bits?
I wont ask for your heart now
why not feel me out first
I want the the memory
of your growling whimpering
shuddering body
you go to places
left unexplored
one small step for man
one giant leap for mankind
what's life like on the moon?

maybe I'm too raw
from waiting on a heart
when all I need is dick
love can wait
my body comes first

maybe its ok
if I say aloud to you
give it all to me
maybe flesh
is better than plastic

Bend me over
take up my skirt
I'll ask for your hand
to sleek up
underneath my top

I hope you will
keep your heart
I have one of my own
to take care of
so hold onto yours

Maybe I need the pain
born of pressure
the pleasure on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
ag-owww

maybe alone
this just isn't working
Take me there
break me down
Warm me up
lift me higher
give me wings
to fly away
so when you leave
I too can be free

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2008