My Window (Come Over)

Can I tell you something? I’m sorry I kept it hidden so long.
When it’s just us I feel confident enough to tell someone and I’ve waited so long.
I’ve been taught that these fantasies I have inside are all forbidden, foul and wrong.

Crawl through my bedroom window.
Wear all black and creep in so slow.
I’m on the first floor and my windowsill sits low.
Come over.

What else could you be doing?
What at all could be better?
What comes close to holding me down,
drowning out sounds,
and making me clean up after?

Crawl through my bedroom window.
Wear all black and creep in so slow.
I’m on the first floor and no one ever has to know.
Come over.

I want to wake up and think I saw a shadow before I feel your hand grip my face,
lips leather-covered
and held closed.

Crawl through my bedroom window.
Wear all black and creep in so slow.
I’m on the first floor but soon I’ll be where the roses grow.
Come over.

Wrap me in plastic to save me for later,
there’s still more fun to be had
and many more pleasures to be savored.

Don’t worry about getting caught,
take me down where there’s no one for me to tell.
Say scream as loud as you want,
that there’s nobody around who could hear me yell.

I can’t escape but I wouldn’t even try.
I finally belong to the apple of my eye.

If I can’t walk, make me crawl.
Keep me, make me your new house pet.
If I disobey, correct me
and connect me by chains to the wall.

Let’s play like this until you grow tired,
keep me until your eye catches something new.

On that day I want you to be honey-sweet,
dress me nice and calm my fears,
then put my head on ice.

Take what’s left of me and find me useful still.
I will nurture the rose bushes in your garden,
soaked in dew, gorgeous in morning’s glow
as they feed on my body from below.