VEGETARIAN BONDAGE FREAK

My girl don't eat meat, says it's cruel to Bessie.
But something goes wrong when she wants to dress me.
Chains and leather for each of us - each of us.
She's ready when I wear my leather truss.
We go out to eat, it's a big green salad.
I order a steak and she just can't handle it.
But when we get home I tie her with straps.
She begs and she pleads me to put, put on my chaps.
A mask of cowhide over her head, over her head.
Then a cherry red ball - and her mouth is fed.
I whip her and I beat her til she tells me I'm the master.
Then I ride her slow and then - a little faster.

A paradox Vegetarian Bondage Freak.
Doesn't have to think twice to let her cowboy go greek.
She can't eat a burger cause she sees cow's eyes.
She's blind as Ray Charles when she's gagged and tied.
It's leather, forever and it doesn't matter whether
I whip her booty good or tie her and forget her.

I got an angel from heaven - and I love to boast.
But I wish my baby'd go and make meatloaf.
Grade A chuck, not some punk-ass french toast.
I need a steak like a kid wants a big old Hostess
Buffet. I dish out the punishment, my baby takes it all.
When I'm through with her she will only crawl
to her man, that is me and it's me she'll thank.
When once again I bite - on her shank.
Yeah, that's her, in bed - she's submissive.
When it comes to eating meat - she is not permissive.
Not timid or scared or fragile or weak.
Yeah, my baby's a - Vegitarian Bondage Freak.

A paradox Vegetarian Bondage Freak.
Doesn't have to think twice to let her cowboy go greek.
She can't eat a burger cause she sees cow's eyes.
She's blind as Ray Charles when she's gagged and tied.
It's leather, forever, it doesn't matter whether
I whip her booty good or tie her and forget her.
© 1996 Smegma Records