Clutch Tango      You were a beam of shining light    On an otherwise dreary night.   Your golden hair against your flight   And fishnets on so tight.   Oh such a shame the show was lame   With so many fools to blame.   And then out came your fine young frame   And I knew you were game.      I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch.   (but you were sucking on that clutch)   Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch.   (but you were sucking on that clutch)   Bought cuffs, whips, and chains, lubrication and such.   (you were sucking on that clutch)   Just say I was asking too much   I saw you suck on that clutch.      Couldn't wait one second more   So I searched for you door to door.   And when I reached room 4-2-0   I smelled something I think I know.   I busted in and through the haze   I caught your red-eyed gaze.   All shot out with the whole damned band   With a clutch in your hand.      I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch.   (but you were sucking on that clutch)   Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch.   (but you were sucking on that clutch)   Bought cuffs, whips, and chains, lubrication and such.   (you were sucking on that clutch)   Just say I was asking too much   I saw you suck on that clutch.      (sax solo)      I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch.   (but you were sucking on that clutch)   Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch.   (but you were sucking on that clutch)   Bought cuffs, whips, and chains,, lubrication and such.   (you were sucking on that clutch)   Just say I was asking too much   I saw you suck on that clutch      You slut.