Omaha. Blue Bird
She got her whole fist inside me and I forgot my safe word
Is it Hamilton, or Aaron Burr?
Every time I get it wrong it's another inch deeper
Oh, Jesus

Is it Cumberbatch?
Or Bab the Duck?
It's kinda hard to concentrate when you're hanging from an old meat hook
Is it stop? Why would it be?
I asked her for a hint but she just took a piss on me
Oh, Jesus

Maybe it's rock? (Maybe it's rock)
Maybe it's roll? (Maybe it's roll)
Maybe it's... please don't slide that rod into my penis hole
It's not help. (It's not help)
It's not dear God. (It's not dear God)
I found that one out when she hit me with the cattle prod
Oh, Jesus

Now I feel so empty and torn up inside
Not from guilt but from that fist she made me ride
It's still in there. It's not going til the safe word I be knowing
But I'm blanking, and she's laughing, and her forearm is 'bout half in

And this was my first time
I'm newly christened
When she talked safe words
I should have listened
But I was distracted
Watched her undressing
The fuck am I saying?
Get back to guessing!

Is it whip? Is it plume? Is it chair?
Okay I know it's not I'm just naming shit I see in this room
I give up, SOS
She's got her high heel on my throat and now I'm losing conscious...