Bata Motel

Eh, little girls of about six or seven were asked, ehm...
 "What do they like to do?"
 And then, some time later
 The same question was asked in a slightly different form
 They were asked
 "What do little girls like to do?"
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 I've got five-four-three-two-one
 I've got a red pair of high heels on
 You can tumble me over, it doesn't take much
 Tumble me over, tumble me, push
 In my red high heels I have no control
 The rituals of repression are so old
 You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal
 I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival
 I've got five-four-three-two-one
 Come on my love, I know you're strong
 Push me hard, make me stagger
 The pain in my back just doesn't matter
 You force-hold me above the ground
 I can't get away, my feet are bound
 So I'm bound to say
 That I'm bound to stay
 Well today I look so good
 Just like I know I should
 My breasts to tempt inside my bra
 My face is painted like a movie star
 I've studied my flaws in your reflection
 And I've put them to rights with savage correction
 I've turned my statuesque perfection
 And shone it over in your direction
 So come on darling, make me yours
 Trip me over, show me the floor
 Tease me, tease me, make me stay
 In my red high heels I can't get away
 I'm trussed and bound, like an oven-ready bird
 But I bleed without dying and won't say a word
 Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar
 Put me into gear like your lady car
 Drive me fast and crash me crazy
 I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy
 These wouds leave furrows as they heal
 I've travelled them, they're red and real
 I know them well, they're part of me
 My birth, my sex, my history
 They grew with me, my closest friend
 My pain's my own, my pain's my end
 Clip my wings, so you know where I am
 I can't get lost while you're my man
 Tame me, so I know your call
 I've stabbed my heels, so I am tall
 I've bound my twisted falling fall
 Beautiful mute against the wall
 Beautifully mutilated as I fall
 Use me don't lose me
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 I've got five-four-three-two-one
 I've got a red pair of high heels on
 Strap my ankles, break my heels
 Make me kneel and make me feel
 Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork-doll
 Put in your key and give me a whirl
 Tease me, tease me, the reason to play
 In my red high heels I can't get away
 I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai
 Your black-eye bonsai, erotically rotting
 My tiny feet fit your desire
 Warped and tied I walk on fire
 Burn me out, twist my wrists
 I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists
 Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel
 In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill
 Tease me, tease me, make me see
 You're the only one, I need to be me
 Thank you, will you take me?
 Thank you, will you make me?
 Thank you, will you break me?
 Use me, don't lose me
 Taste me, don't waste me
 Use, lose. Taste, waste