Skin & Leather

Men: tous les même Men: tous les même You pick me up and carry me home I'm pushed to the floor and I regain your trust Lay on your wall I bleed on your rug The word is "skin" and "bone," they are the same My wish to break the hold of the leather flood disappears as I moan: "You are the same You are the same You are the same You are the same" You tighten up your hold to the beat of a drum Drum made from skin and bone played with a tickle of feather The word is "skin" and "bone" and I regain your trust Repeat words "skin" and "bone" they are the same I'll be your skin and bone and your leather clone Pain disappears as I moan for your skin and leather Skin and leather You're my warmth and pleasure I'll be your skin and leather A lick of the floor is the end of it all I dampen my robe as you darken the door A clap of the bone is a plea for more Condition a must, the word is 'nough I'm going to rub the rope when the rug is washed And lay on your wall, with a hint of tether I'll be your skin and leather, Skin and leather I'll be your skin and leather I'll be your skin and bone on the telephone Pain disappears as I moan "You are the same" --- Skin & Leather - The Hidden Cameras