Bedpost

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