I was tired of my woman, we'd been together a week
She's as dull as a wood peg, and she looked like a geek
So while she slept on the sofa, I read the Village Voice
I read personals ads, then I made my choice

"If you like wearing lots of leather, and being tied down with chains
If you don't mind some torture, and withstand lots of pain
If you like serving your master, in the dungeon I have made
I'm the mistress you've looked for, you just try and escape"

I didn't think about my woman, she just can't please me
Cause me and my women, never act out my fantasy
So I called the Village Voice, took out a personal ad
I don't want one in a power suit, I want one scantily clad

"Yes I like wearing a neck brace, and using sexual toys.
I think I need a good spanking, cause I've been a bad boy
If you put on your high heels, I'll be down on my knees
And if you use cat 'o nine tails, I'll be begging you please"

Met at a bar on St Mark's Street, I waited in the back
I saw her off in the distance, I recognize her rack
It was my old homey woman, and she said "what luck"
And we laughed for a second, and I said "let's go and smoke"

"So you like wearing a garter, and forcing me to strip
Tie me up with your nylons, and hit me with your whip.
You can chain me to the bed post, and cover me with duct tape
You'll be my dominatrix, and I'll try to escape"

"So you like wearing a garter, and forcing me to strip
Tie me up with your nylons, and hit me with your whip.
You can chain me to the bed post, and cover me with duct tape
You'll be my dominatrix, and I'll try to escape"