born a cop in uniform and black vinyl gloves
I don't hate you for your steel- toed boots
or your handcuffs
you are the way you always were
You liked your cruel games
But I am not so quick to break
I count my gain in blood and pain
I like it when it hurts like hell
there's nothing you can do to me
I wouldn't do to myself
I'll be bound to you in leather and chains
I'll be your sister, your young bride
Your angel, your slave
