I'm sensually partial to your touch
and I anticipate the movement of your lips
I don't even care if its a lie
and I swallow the mutany of your kiss
I can't even tell when my dress comes off
and you forget to look in my eyes
The feeling's a blur-you know it too
the feeling you get when inhibition dies

There's a circular rhythm to the words that you say
I want to pirouette in this violent ballet
There's an assumed risk in the bed where you lay
I want you to be the villain of this violent ballet.

I'm simply aroused by your disinterest
and I come only when I think I might conceive
I return in spite of the fact that
when you come, you execute and then leave
I can't even tell when it's over
or where our bodies come to an end
I can't even tell where it's going
if its something I would like to comprehend

There's a circular rhythm to the words that you say
I want to pirouette in this violent ballet
Not enough damage is done when you walk away
And I want to end it here, in this violent ballet.