Текст песни King Missile - Leather Clown
King Missile - Leather Clown слова песни
Back in elementary schoolFourth grade, I think it wasI had this friend, EthanDuring lunch hourWe used to go to eighth streetFor pizza and jelly donutsSometimes we got an orange JuliusInstead of a donutSometimes we got the donutsBut instead of eating themWe`d put them out on the streetAnd wait for cars to drive over themBut the most fun we ever had wasAfter eatingSitting on a stoopExchanging sexual fantasiesSometimes they involvedOne of our classmatesSometimesIt was a movie starAnd sometimesIt was our teacherWho we both suspectedWas sexually repressedSometimes I claimedMy stories were realLike the story about the leather clownShe had short, spiky black hairSmall, but perfectly formed breastsAnd was always kitted outIn the same outfitLeather skirtFishnet stockingsFloppy shoesA big, red noseA pair of leather wrist braceletsWith spikesA big, red smile painted onAnd a big, shiny hornWhich she would honk and honk during sexUntil she had an orgasmWhenever the circus would come to townI would tell Ethan all kinds of kinkyClown-domination storiesInvolving the leather clownLike the timeShe forced me to have sex with herIn the little carOr the timeShe kept spraying meWith the seltzer bottleUntil I obeyed her every commandEthan and IWe laughed and laughed at these tall talesBut I could tellDeep downHe was wonderingWhether the leather clownWas really real or notAnd I would let him wonder