Master, Master, Master    Who could it be?    A portrait of perfect femininity    Your teeth are sharp    And your nails are too    Master, Master, I won't mess with you       Oh master makes the velvet touch so smooth    Her skin begs my company with every move    I want her, I want her so much    Oh master, master, give me the tongue       Master, Master, Master    Your skin so smooth    It pulls beneth my tongue with its sliding grooves    We want to make your heart beat quickly, love    Fall into the pattern of the rapturous one       Master, Master, let me take this now    If you're a little scared I'll show you how    We'll lie like the angels in this heavenly sigh, and    Dance with fire in a heathen's line       [spoken]    We stand behind this door, with its black face and black handle; protects the beating heart and leaves the blood to sour within the veins. Is the mirth she offers warmer than the one we abandoned when the door is opened to us? The answer, and the question, are always one in the same.    [/spoken]       Mmm, higher    Mmm, higher, higher       Master, Master, Master    Desperate measures strike    I need to make you make me feel real life    Reach to taste so sweet the beast    Dance a dance of sexuality       Master, Master    Come and save me now    Take my consciousness and retract my doubt    I want you, I want you, I want you so much    Give me, give me, give me    Give me your touch    Your touch...