Lyric Fun With Ropes

Bought a cub scout manual
Found my favourite chapter
Turning up the stereo
It s time for fun with ropes

Learned our knots from A-Z
Stole my daddy s belts
We ll make our own fun for free
Having fun with ropes

You tell me that I m sick (you re sick)
As you strap me to the floor
You know it makes my heart quick
I ll come crawling back for more

Well, I m collecting coloured cord
No macrame for me
Dim the lights and lock the door
And never set me free

You say that I m not healthy
You think that I m a creep
Still you tie your knots so tight
I m too wrapped up to sleep

You tell me that I m sick (you re sick)
As you strap me to the floor
You know it makes my heart quick
I ll come crawling back for more
And more and more for ever more - yeah!

Well, I m collecting coloured cord
No macrame for me
Dim the lights and lock the door
And never set me free

You say that I m not healthy
You think that I m a creep
Still you tie your knots so tight
I m too wrapped up to sleep

You tell me that I m sick (you re sick)
As you strap me to the floor
You know it makes my heart quick
I ll come crawling back for more
And more