Album: Vonnegut’s Wife
Track # 3 Hit Me

Black silk made of innuendo, a swath of lip pink rope
Backstitch dropped into the pillow, the taste of perfumed smoke
Nylons can be double crossed at ankles and at wrists
And love is good at any cost with flowers or with fists

Go ahead and hit me with kisses and confessions
Go ahead and hit me with lies and sweet obsessions
Bend me to your will make me understand
Go ahead and hit me if you can

Black lace masking bruises oh the cherries stain you good
Back break biting juices, ha, it seems you thought you could
Take me make me lick me wake me from this stupid dream
Shake me turn me pull me round to hit to hurt to scream

Go ahead and hit me with kisses and confessions
Go ahead and hit me with lies and sweet obsessions
Bend me to your will make me understand
Go ahead and hit me if you can

Chocolate blood drip drug and wine
Espresso grease an axe to grind
And anything to wake me from this still life utter bore
And anything to make me sister goddess mother whore

Black eyed honey night sweats a bed of twisted sheets
Backside running fishnets make a greedy grip of sweets
Don’t’ be such a baby and I wont be a tease
I need you almost as you need me to scream

Go ahead and hit me with kisses and confessions
Go ahead and hit me with lies and sweet obsessions
Bend me to your will make me understand
Go ahead and hit me if you can

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Michiko Freemond – (BMI)