When I crawl on you tonight A likened mold of Marquis de Sade Will you hold me to his powers as I display his claim to fame A villain to call your own Yes I guess thats what Id be The spectacle you keep beneath the big brass bed in which you sleep When I call on you tonight Like a mistress with no shame Will you slide away the ring you wear so well and call my name A widow to call my own Yes I guess thats what youd be A spectacle I held above all the handsome men who line these streets Willing to follow you down Willing to follow you down As you plead with me to follow thee to where you lie amidst the leaves I shall obey and drink the grin of lifelessness away that once swept me off of my knees Oh I cannot choose but weep Beneath the heavy presence in her eyes Which to the last bended their light upon me Upon me Upon me Upon me Willing to follow you down Willing to follow you down Willing to follow you down Willing to follow you down
willing, follow, spectacle, upon, call