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Eh, little girls of about six or seven were asked, ehm... "What do they like to do?" And then, some time later The same question was asked in a slightly different form They were asked "What do little girls like to do?"

I've got five-four-three-two-one I've got a red pair of high heels on You can tumble me over, it doesn't take much Tumble me over, tumble me, push In my red high heels I have no control The rituals of repression are so old You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival

I've got five-four-three-two-one Come on my love, I know you're strong Push me hard, make me stagger The pain in my back just doesn't matter You force-hold me above the ground I can't get away, my feet are bound So I'm bound to say That I'm bound to stay

Well today I look so good Just like I know I should My breasts to tempt inside my bra My face is painted like a movie star I've studied my flaws in your reflection And I've put them to rights with savage correction I've turned my statuesque perfection And shone it over in your direction

So come on darling, make me yours Trip me over, show me the floor Tease me, tease me, make me stay In my red high heels I can't get away I'm trussed and bound, like an oven-ready bird But I bleed without dying and won't say a word Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar Put me into gear like your lady car

Drive me fast and crash me crazy I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy These wouds leave furrows as they heal I've travelled them, they're red and real I know them well, they're part of me My birth, my sex, my history They grew with me, my closest friend My pain's my own, my pain's my end

Clip my wings, so you know where I am I can't get lost while you're my man Tame me, so I know your call I've stabbed my heels, so I am tall I've bound my twisted falling fall Beautiful mute against the wall Beautifully mutilated as I fall Use me don't lose me

I've got five-four-three-two-one I've got a red pair of high heels on Strap my ankles, break my heels Make me kneel and make me feel Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork-doll Put in your key and give me a whirl Tease me, tease me, the reason to play In my red high heels I can't get away

I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai Your black-eye bonsai, erotically rotting My tiny feet fit your desire Warped and tied I walk on fire Burn me out, twist my wrists I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill

Tease me, tease me, make me see You're the only one, I need to be me Thank you, will you take me? Thank you, will you make me? Thank you, will you break me? Use me, don't lose me Taste me, don't waste me Use, lose. Taste, waste