Kitsch:

So you wanna know what I'd do once I close the door,
I'll try to make it a story, one between lewd and gore.

Once the door is bolted and the window covered,
I'll be turning around cause your mouth you'll suddenly discover.

To prevent further dimak-karab I'll resort to my desk,
To stick your lips together with some feviquik.

Just so that they don't get chapped and dry,
I'll lick my thumb and run them along the out-side.

While you tend to the inside and swallow what's happening,
I'll gather my words and disclose our boundaries expanding.

You looked at me a certain way you never should have,
If all you wanted was to hug and say hi.

To keep me behind a screen was a crime,
If you're in the room with me, there's only one reason why.

It's nice that I don't have to tell you to shut-up,
And if you deny me the last line, I swear more will be stuck-up.

And if only you turn it into a fight,
My desk has restrains, you will be tied.

Who cares about destiny or what tomorrow holds,
I'd like you to know that gentlemen do no whores.

I find it hard to believe that you're in,
All flesh, blood, bones and skin.

To make things fun at this point I'll discontinue,
My gaze, interest and conversation with you.

Enjoy being stuck up you bitch,
It's what you deserve in a room with me, Kitsch.