Breakfast

I hate saturdays.

On a saturday I met a girl who was really, really, getting me down...

 

You said "please be my master"

I said "so, what’s the matter ?"

you said "I want to be your slave"

I thought "I want to be saved !"

 

You said "oh please, take me"

so I took you to my room

you said "hum, give me ecstasy"

but I read you some poetry

 

Oh baby, you’re really getting me down...

 

An idea wanders through my brain

I will teach you a new trick

you don’t even need a stick

I will inflict you some pain

 

Notice how calm and cool I am

like a spider crawling up your leg

like claws on a chalkboard

now I give you the first notch

 

Hey honey, why do you scream ?

oh baby, what do you mean ?

this is the way it’s going to be

you’re my breakfast in bed

 

Oh baby, I really love you