Play With Passion [fashionably late]
Strange ideals they feed on me
They grow inside, they’re part of me
I shape them just like they shape me
I twist them in my fantasies
I toy with you
I play with passion
Women in my fantasies
All tend to love me in three-d
They look so fine, they look at me
And no one else is allowed to see
And strange ideals all feed on me
They grow inside they set me free
I love them just like they love me
I see them in my fantasies
I toy with you
I play with passion
You would mock me, loathe me, hate me
And you would judge without trial
But would you help me
Would you […]