In Lust You Can Hear The Axe Fall

where does it hurt?
 without fuss, set my finger there
 to touch it touch it touch it touch it
 93 pounds, fetish guilt
 grip the swans neck
 and twist it twist it twist it twist it
 who there is, who is not bored by this fate?
 discolored at the bite of a pear
 cut love me
 cut love me into your breast
 crush a pastry into your breast
 wipe your hole clean, lover's blood
 to have learned nothing
 stitch it stitch it stitch it stitch it
 tell me you are bad, busy witch
 passive as a toilet
 eat it eat it eat it eat it
 who there is, who is not bored but this flaw?
 discolored by the bite of an ox
 slit make me
 slit make me into your breast
 and crush an ashtray into your breast
 oh Mouchette can you hear?
 can you hear the axe fall?
 Jesse, ah ah ah...
 in lust you can hear the axe fall
 OH!