Is everybody in? The masturbation is about to begin
Close the door, tiny box
From within the door locks
The room is filled with smells of the men who've come before
A quarter spent today, plus many more
Hesitation, what likes beyond?
Sweating, breathing, waiting
The ritual begins
She stands before him
Two strangers meeting for the first time
No stranger way to meet
There bodies only inches away
Yet eyes see somehow to miss
May be the only way she makes it through the day
Time is ending, door sliding closed
She starts bending away
Frantic search, currency takes on clearer value
She's still bending
He has not time to establish the ground rules
As moments slip away he finds his foci
Hands grip tightly, leans back against the door
He feels her presence staring from above
Who is the caged, who is observing who?
Who is the entertained, doing what they have to do?
One touches with false feelings
The other's feelings from the hand slip away
As he spills onto the floor
Once again the curtain falls, no encore
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
As a woman, she has stood there faking
He is a man
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
She is a woman, and as a woman, she was faking
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
Steven Bolinger - The Perversion of Lust Lyrics
Steven Bolinger - The Perversion of Lust Lyrics
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Is everybody in? The masturbation is about to begin
Close the door, tiny box
From within the door locks
The room is filled with smells of the men who've come before
A quarter spent today, plus many more
Hesitation, what likes beyond?
Sweating, breathing, waiting
The ritual begins
She stands before him
Two strangers meeting for the first time
No stranger way to meet
There bodies only inches away
Yet eyes see somehow to miss
May be the only way she makes it through the day
Time is ending, door sliding closed
She starts bending away
Frantic search, currency takes on clearer value
She's still bending
He has not time to establish the ground rules
As moments slip away he finds his foci
Hands grip tightly, leans back against the door
He feels her presence staring from above
Who is the caged, who is observing who?
Who is the entertained, doing what they have to do?
One touches with false feelings
The other's feelings from the hand slip away
As he spills onto the floor
Once again the curtain falls, no encore
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
As a woman, she has stood there faking
He is a man
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
She is a woman, and as a woman, she was faking
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
Close the door, tiny box
From within the door locks
The room is filled with smells of the men who've come before
A quarter spent today, plus many more
Hesitation, what likes beyond?
Sweating, breathing, waiting
The ritual begins
She stands before him
Two strangers meeting for the first time
No stranger way to meet
There bodies only inches away
Yet eyes see somehow to miss
May be the only way she makes it through the day
Time is ending, door sliding closed
She starts bending away
Frantic search, currency takes on clearer value
She's still bending
He has not time to establish the ground rules
As moments slip away he finds his foci
Hands grip tightly, leans back against the door
He feels her presence staring from above
Who is the caged, who is observing who?
Who is the entertained, doing what they have to do?
One touches with false feelings
The other's feelings from the hand slip away
As he spills onto the floor
Once again the curtain falls, no encore
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
As a woman, she has stood there faking
He is a man
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
She is a woman, and as a woman, she was faking
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
Writer: Steven Bolinger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid