The Wage

One more night, one more text
We both know what comes next

Lift me up, shut the door
Lay me on the cold floor
Hold me against my will
My most powerful thrill

Rip my shirt, pull my hair, 
Let my scent wrap your wear
Harder, faster, I am aware
Don't stop, Let us get there

One more time,
Rum, mint, water and lime
This is sublime, 
And, it is not even a crime

This is one for the age
Show me what you got
Cause on your way out
I will collect my wage