By dean friedman
Well, I was struttin� by a hootchie bar on jane st.
Trying hard to dodge the doodoo in my path
When I heard footsteps behind me in the same beat
And some joker went and grabbed my ass
I spun around and said, "now, listen, you may be a charmin� fella
But you抮e just cruisin� for a bruisin� just the same.
And then I hit him on the head with my umbrella,
But instead of saying 抩uch�, he just smiled in pain. he said,
"oo, oo, aha. do it again, pretty momma.
First let me thank you for letting me spank you
My credo and my ism is sado-masochism."
I said, "now listen, honey, you must be mistaken,
I mean I抦 sure I never saw your face before.
And besides this blushing bride抯 already taken."
But he got down on his knees and he begged for more. he said,
"oo, oo, aha. do it again, pretty momma.
We抣l commit nameless sins. you can stick me with pins.
You can desert me, but not 抰il you hurt me."
Now I tell you I have heard my share of snide talk.
But this kid was really acting kinda weird.
And I would have left him kneeling on the sidewalk,
But something in his smile looked so sincere. he said,
"oo, oo, aha. do it again, pretty momma.
We抣l buy ice-cream. I抣l let you treat me.
We抣l play perquacky. I抣l let you beat me."
Now, please don抰 think I抦 just a shameless hussy,
But I would love to share the joys that I have found.
And if you抮e still wondering, "doesn抰 he or does he? "
Well, I just love to be gagged and bound. you see,
Oo, oo, aha. do it again, pretty momma.
I抣l be the baby. you be the mummy.
You can tap dance on my tummy.
抍ause me credo and my ism is sado-masochism.
Yes, my credo and my ism is sado-masochism. ah-oo.
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