Vicious Passion

I'd like to tell the secret story

Of my vicious passion.

You might turn your back on me,

And find it out of the fashion.

I've tried to hide it all my life

So that no one would find me here,

While I was hiding in my hut

Biting Maggie's blackie doggie ears.

It turns me on,

It hards it on.

I catch the poodle on the grass

Tie him up to the flagpole.

Press my teeth through his ear

And feel relief from my black soul.

I wake up from my xtc

And find the poodle is bleeding.

My neighbour Maggie hears the sound

Of the poodle screeching.

It turns me on,

It hards it on.

Oh how I adore this taste of sommer breeze

Oh how I adore this taste of sommer breeze