Walking is a strain in the pouring rain, but you know where you want to be
You're be sitting by a fire, you would be much higher in some TV fantasy
Walking in the door, you know you're home once more, but it's a home where you've never been
Up the stairs there's nothing to fear; can't you see her, she's fast asleep
Step by step, up the stairway crept, and it fueled your imagination
Right is right, but when you have the knife, that's the point of the violation
You cover her face - the ripe disgrace give you shivers of anticipation
You dream to be, you're in ecstasy, your eyes hold a fascination
When you're all cut up
Bright as the sun and you're the only one she dreamt of night and day
All things ready, she'd have had you already; don't you know if she'd had it her way
Preparations and warm sensations, don't you feel like you can't get enough -
Don't you like a body hot, don't you like a body cold, don't you like all that fancy stuff
Push her to her knees, don't you like that please; now you're through with the sweet emotion
And the terror in her eyes is a real surprise while you're feeling her wet devotion
You hold her by the hair, she's soft and fair, and you hold her down underneath you
There's pale white skin where your fingers been; you let the pain of the world release you
When you're all cut up
Back by the fire, you can feel her kiss and it's warm by the glow of a night like this
Free and open, there's nothing to hide; you hold her in your arms as you stick it inside - the knife
Stick it inside, the knife