Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She walked out of a shady motel
Into the arms of a sugar daddy
She'd been having a good time
Oh, but she loved her daddy madly
She said, daddy what can I do
I want to spend my time making love to you
But daddy had to run, hit and run
Now he's gone
S and M
This customer was shady, he kept a rubber hose
He liked to beat the ladies
There's nothing wrong with that I suppose
(Yes, there is)
He made them want to shout, ouch
But this time you better watch out
He kicked her, oh and he beat her
And he whipped her
S and M
He beat her black and blue
He just liked the violence, said it made him tough
He just liked the violence and she couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
S and M
He beat her like a drum
This fetish could be foolish
It could lead to something dangerously wreckless
To hold your lover helpless
Could lead to something called a mess
You like to be tacky
And kinky, sleazy and slinky
To make them wanna shout, ouch
Fight back and scratch out
S and M
Do it again

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