A Secret Silken World (David Baerwald and David Ricketts)

I took a ride with a sadist on a Saturday night
His teeth were like diamonds in the dashboard light
He knew a place nearby, we took a right at the light
And I smiled, because I’d never ever been there
He said: “When I was your age, I was a millionaire”
“Those were the days of Woodstock, I was there”
“It’s such a drag about the forests, such a shame about the air”
“But, when I was your age, I was a millionaire”
Don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night?
Don’t you love it with a stranger, when time is tight?
Don’t you love a little struggle, don’t you love a little fight?
Don’t you feel like a devil in the blue moonlight?
On a lazy kind of night . . .
The seats of his car were like a woman’s skin
Made me think about all of those places I’ve been
They made me understand murder, and the nature of sin
I leaned back, and I listened to his music . . .
He said: “Things would go better, if you’d be my friend”
“You don’t have to like all the means to your end”
“I don’t want to boast, I don’t mean to offend”
“But, things would go better if you’d be my friend”
Don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night?
Don’t you love it with a stranger, when time is tight?
Don’t you love a little struggle, don’t you love a little fight?
Don’t you feel like a devil in the blue moonlight?
On a lazy kind of night . . .
There’s a secret silken world of sex and submission
Of vodka and handcuffs and acts of contrition
Your enemies succumb and the ladies all listen
To the tales of your woe and your secret ambitions
And your hopes, and your dreams, and your pain, and your perdition
In your secret silken world of sex and submission
She looked more like a plate than a scared little girl
Her pupils were pinpoints as she fingered her pearls
It was crossing my mind to maybe give it a whirl
Until I noticed her fingers were trembling . . .
She said: “I’ve never liked boys, I much prefer men”
She must have liked the way it sounded, she said it again
The car headed north up Beverly Glen
I was taken by surprise with nausea . . .

Don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night?
Don’t you love to hurt the weak when they refuse to fight?
There’s no need to be judgmental, no need to be polite
All you need to know is that might equals right
On a lazy kind of night . . .
See my own reflection, down in the street . . .
Think it’s wrong, think it’s wrong to love your own reflection?
All those hungry people, it’s such a drag . . .
Let’s get something to eat . . .
Lazy kind of night, on a lazy kind of night, a lazy kind of night . . .
Lover of the week . . .
On a lazy kind of night . . .

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