Bedpost

Tied my baby down to the bedpost
She begs me to do it, I just can’t tell her no
Whipped my baby into a frenzy
When she screams I know that she loves me
She asks me to hit her
She always punches back
Can’t tell real love from a venomous attack
Tied my baby down to the bedpost
Can’t understand why my baby’s so mean
She’s always making me … do … things
Baby, baby, say that you love me
(Die pig — plug in the hoover)
I know that she means it when she’s towering over me
She doesn’t stop even when I get sore
My baby yells for MORE! MORE! MORE!
Can’t understand why my baby’s so mean
When we dance I hold her real close
I don’t mind her stepping on my toes
I love my baby and my baby loves the whip
Three of us together in the iron-fisted grip (OF LOVE)
She might not be the Marquis de Sade
But when she hits me I see God
When we dance I hold her real close
Tied my baby down to the bedpost