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On Your Knees ( A King's Ransom )

Tags: sex, money, power
On your knees

My servant to do with as I please

In whatever manner that I fancy
In any fickle fashion that suits me
Your will, irrelevant
Indentured servitude
Medieval slavery

These are the days of Men
In which women should be seen
Not heard, nary a single word

And should be ever thankful
To stand in the presence of Kings
Who dress them up in such pretty lacey things

And in the thrill of great sport
The Wild Hunt
Tear away your undergarments
During lonely evenings
Savoring the wine flowing from your
These are the days of Men
On your knees, get on your knees
These are the days of Men
And suck it
Suck it
These are the days of Men
Bend over, face pressed to the floor
These are the days of Men
Hump it faster
Grind and push it more

Was never really yours
To defy your Master
Is to be replaced by countless other whores

Back to the streets with you
I'll find another willing to screw
Live out your remaining days as an Old Maid
A ragged, tattered dress your shame

I ask, who will tame such a Shrew?
Do you not know me
Do you not know my name?

These are the days of Men
Gobble it till you gag
These are the days of Men
Or embrace your destiny as a Hag

These are the days of Men
Take every inch in your lilly white ass without protest
And be a fine philly of a lass
Dressed in nothing but the best
Gold and silver can buy
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