Tied my baby down to the bedpost.She begs me to do it, I just can't tell her no.Whipped my baby into a frenzy,when she screams I know that she loves me.She asks me to hit her,she always punches back.Can't tell real love from a venomous attack.Tied my baby down to the bedpost.Can't understand why my baby's so mean.She's always making me ... do ... things.Baby, baby, say that you love me.(Die pig - plug in the hoover)I know that she means it when she's towering over me.She doesn't stop even when I get sore.My baby yells for MORE! MORE! MORE!Can't understand why my baby's so mean.When we dance I hold her real close,I don't mind her stepping on my toes.I love my baby and my baby loves the whip,three of us together in the iron-fisted grip (OF LOVE).She might not be the Marquis de Sade,but when she hits me I see God.When we dance I hold her real close.Tied my baby down to the bedpost.