Lyrics to "THAT KIND OF GIRL"

Words and music Lemon-Blue-Lemon 

You hung me in your closet, you wore a rubber suit,
I sucked your little toe through a leather boot,
I laughed till I cried (when) you tickled me pink,
I took your filthy talk till I could not think,

Your plastic bucket, and the length of (rubber) hose,
What they were meant for, well, God only knows,
The plastic jump suit, the mask soft but stern,
Candle wax on my white skin, blackened by the burns.
Chorus:
I could take the ritual beatings,
I can handle your brave new world,
But don't you tell me baby,
That you're not that kind of girl!

© FEBRUARY 2001