Vasiliy - Masochist lyrics

He may be hot; don't think you've hit jackpot. He uses them as he pleases, better free than not. The clatter of the chain excites him, The force of trembling thunder when that whip cracks. Eat me up like a b*tch, then spit me out like I'm spinach. Use me like a criminal. I'll be your prisoner, your beck and call. Take me slow and tame my hungry libido. Spank me, beat me up by fist, leave me begging like a masochist. His smoky smirk don't excuse dirty work. The devil took me inside hell; treated me like dirt.