You split my skin, Your fingers run riot, But I know where you been, I ask, You deny it. When all I wanted was the dream, You closed your eyes and felt him, My love was blind but always seen, Always obscene. (chorus) I'm not the one controlling desire, but too helpless to deny you, Close your eyes and count to ten, think of me with other men, Its not temptation, Its penetration, Just about the river of pleasure that flows, I could not compare thee to a rose. Its controlling desire, through cuticles of fire, Muscles contract, You on the wire.