Pretty please, don’t talk, just bite my lip,
Slide that hand where holy’s not allowed,
I like it rough, don’t need your gentle grip—
Pull my ponytail, make mama proud.
Whisper every filthy little vow,
Then hush, repeat, until the mattress weeps;
I’m dripping neon, begging for it now,
Pretty please, pretty please—don’t let me sleep.