Prophet - Bernhoft
She feels me up then she kicks me down
Chews her gum while humming a song
Has me for dinner in her dressing gown
Stark naked underneath I am
Feebly struggling and played along
I should get out but her hips are strong
I try to peek out of my blindfold
Cuffed gagged and cheaply sold
But I know something that sheall pay to keep
A secret we let ourselves back in the game
And so the dance goes on in a dirty style
We can provide no rest for the weary eye
It's far too late to apologize
And if you care to dance not a chance
Stand in line
Wait up for miss Swedish Pie
Will I join her foul pigsty
Of broken men trying to prophesy
Her next move While we canât move;
Stand in line
How many men have you done this to
I suspect that we are quite a few
Sweet-talk us and bump us around
Bury us under miles of mound
But I know something that you all pay to keep
A secret but I can't get any leverage
And so the dance goes on in a dirty style
We can provide no rest for the weary eye
It's far too late to apologize
And if you care to dance not a chance
Stand in line
Wait up for miss Swedish Pie
Will I join her foul pigsty
Of broken men trying to prophesy
Her next move While we can't move;
Stand in line
And so the dance goes on in a dirty style
We can provide no rest for the weary eye
It's far too late to apologize
And if you care to dance not a chance
Stand in line
Wait up for miss Swedish Pie
Will I join her foul pigsty
Of broken men trying to prophesy
Her next move While we can't move;
Stand in line
