Feeling naughty, acting childish in the realm of serious lechers, show me you love me and buy the next round, dedicated, dedicated, dedicated, you think that’s pretty clever, don’t you boy, see him drink from a bottle. Remember what the dormouse said, we can’t say what we’ve seen so pretend you’re bored, unfold your love, I want to ride it where I like. Your loving is all I think about. A handful of grease and my hair feels right, sitting in a nest of bad men.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs