There ought to be a law against it I'm the Madam here, You can frolic with a sailor, Rum buggery and the lash,
You and I together, I run the place, Fantasise over a gaoler, It's all about expectations,
Man and youth in harmony You can't deny Imagine yourself between the thighs Who wields the rod and the power
Against the world in tether. My impeccable taste! Of a big Norwegian whaler. When it comes to these situations?
There ought to be a law against Soft furnishings But there's nothing like a lad, Three sovereigns bright
The way we feel tonight, Of scarlet hue A youth who'll come and go, Do not buy one the right
Longing for each other's arms A glass of champagne There's nothing like a lad To unbridled gratification.
Throughout the lonely night. For you and you? Lettered GPO!