Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand A gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It's been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style I want some slashes To go with those long eyelashes. " And so the bedroom became the black room But a year later he wanted something more Something I wasn't quite prepared for He said, "Every woman has an itch And every nice girl secretly wants to switch. " "I like how the skins look on your white hands I'd like you to deliver one of my demands. " He said, "Every woman has an itch And every nice girl wants to switch. " He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles And said "God never gives you more than you can handle." I sat astride his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back It's just breath control. Just breath control I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up I felt something creep up like a taste for this Like a reward A kind of love A kind of lustmord It was a minute then three then five then ten He wasn't coming up again I held on for twelve I saw him seize and thrash and twist And when he was still, I lifted away my wrists And looked at my hands And tried to understand "It's just a thrill" I said As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed I sat aside his chest "It's just a thrill," he said "just a thrill. It's just breath control." When it was over, I slipped off the skins And drowned them in the river where we used to swim And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find And I think I have what you have in mind. " And he led me to a gla** case And looked deep into my face... "It's just... control."