Black Is a Moocher

I like him the way that he is
He is no’innocent
And Christ. He’s guilty where it counts
I use him daily in increasin’ amounts
And I like it like that
Un-huh Un-huh Un-huh Un-huh
And I like it like that
Mmmhm mmmhm’
I like it like

In the morning light when he rubs his beard
Then he touches me;
In the afternoon. when he draws my bath
Then undresses me;
Come round curtain time, when he spends my dough
Then he cheats on me;
Come the quarter-moon; when he drinks too much
Then he cries for me;
Breaking a stray in ain’t so hard;
Had ta teach him to play in my backyard

Black is a liar
And I like it like that
Thinks with his wire
And I like it like that
I’m in for the thrill of the kill’
If I can’t have him
Then nobody will.

All
I need what I need

Kate
I need to feel his touch

All
I need I need

Kate
I need to feel his sex

All
I need to feel your sex
I need to hear your name
I need your fire
I need your breath
I need your lust
Lust!
Lust!
Lust!