I'm not that easy
I'm not THAT strange
Though I dumped Jen for you, Ms. Jolie
I did not quite expect - I'd end up in these binds

Though I did Fight Club
That was an act - getting smacked black and blue
But YOU'RE mistressed up to the nines
In six-inch or seven-inch boots

I fear what's gonna happen
Here in this cage
There's a pit in the Pitt of my ME
Babe you're out of this world but - are you out of your mind?!

Though I told Newsweek
That I enjoy - this liaison with you
And I could be tied down again...
I never expected you to!

Don't back-door me, Angelina
The truth is I'd never let you
Though you've got bullwhips
And cuffs that snap on
I've used my safe word
Don't use your strap-on

And as for torture
And as for pain
I've never been thrilled with that stuff
Though you swore you would put - color back in my cheeks
They are contusions!
I might need transfusions - do you stock Type B?
I promise I'm vir-ile enough
Please don't put more MAN into me!

Don't back-door me, Angelina
The truth is I can't prevent you
Though you like large toys
And always pack one
I'll use my last wish:
Don't use the black one

Have I begged too much?
I'll shut my yap if it means I'll be spared by you
But all I have to do - is hear that buzz
To know what Billy Bob went through

Don't call me James, Angelina

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