It's a funny kind of show and don't tell
Will I end up in a special branch of Hell
If I succumb to what must be done
And let my face laze on your waist
Hit me! Don't be a snob
Hit me! Oh my God!
You won't regret you never hit me if you hit me
Questions, questions, questions without answer or indiscretion
Give in! Give in! Give in to your disposition
And let the back of my wrist
Rest near your lips
Hit me! Don't be a snob
Hit me! Oh my God!
You won't regret you never hit me if you hit me
Hit
Me
Hit
Me
I'm on my knees
Hit me please
I'm laying down in the middle of the road
Along you come but how am I to know what you're open to
So tell me, tell me tell me tell me
I tend to ignore dull divine authority
It's not about shame or damnation but about my liberty
So trust me when I say I'm a vanilla kind of girl
Still I like it when you hit me
On holiday in Whitby
