Paroles
Oh, what a pretty, pretty thing
Oh, I can hardly contain myself
I want to hold you in my hands
I want to feel you scratch my face
Barbarella, with your knife-point blade
I know you want to fuck me
But I'm already made
The crush is the silence
As you lay me down to sleep
Are you full or are you empty?
Is it you that's killing me?
Barbarella, with your knife-point blade
I know you want to fuck me
But I'm already made
Sweet and sticky
Warm and red
Oh, I want to see it
Want to get inside your head
Barbarella, with your knife-point blade
I know you want to fuck me
But I'm already made