Tied my baby down to the bedpost.
She begs me to do it, I just can’t tell her no.
Whipped my baby into a frenzy,
When she screams I know that she loves me.
She asks me to hit her,
She always punches back.
Can’t tell real love from a venomous attack.
Tied my baby down to the bedpost.
Can’t understand why my baby’s so mean.
She’s always making me … do … things.
Baby, baby, say that you love me.
(Die pig — plug in the hoover)
I know that she means it when she’s towering over me.
She doesn’t stop even when I get sore.
My baby yells for MORE! MORE! MORE!
Can’t understand why my baby’s so mean.
When we dance I hold her real close,
I don’t mind her stepping on my toes.
I love my baby and my baby loves the whip,
Three of us together in the iron-fisted grip (OF LOVE).
She might not be the Marquis de Sade,
But when she hits me I see God.
When we dance I hold her real close.
Tied my baby down to the bedpost.