Oblique

You've got me wrapped around your finger

Why haven't you asked me out for dinner

I can't seem to find your trigger

in the mean time I'll just linger

And while I'm waiting here for dinner

Where are you

it's okay

About the games you like to play

I know I'm just another lay

Play with my eyes for they are weak

Pray on my ears with your beak

Ruin me with your physique

While I wait here for my treat

I'll release myself

from your draining mystique

Take my shirt off slowly

Make me feel unholy

I finished my wine and my water

As I felt you play with my heart lowly

Strip me of my benevolence

As I accept your pestilence

And deny my tenderness

But why blame you

For I am weak

And you are bleak

FUCKING OBLIQUE