[A slow, rhythmic finger snap begins. A deep, walking bassline enters, swaying like a hip. A muted trumpet let’s out a lazy, low growl.] [Verse 1] [Spoken, breathy] You’ve been so… diligent today, Daddy. So focused on the rules. But look at me… I just can't keep my cool [singing] The air is getting heavy, the room is getting dim I’m overflowing, Master, right up to the brim I’m slicker than a velvet coat, I’m melting on the floor And every time you look away, I’m dripping more and more. [Pre-Chorus] I’m a puzzle with a piece missing, a lock without a key A hollow little cavern, waiting desperately I’ve got vacancies, my darling—don’t you want to sign the lease? I’m a storm that’s looking for… a little bit of peace. [Chorus] [Tempo slows down, getting even heavier and "grindier"] Oh, I’m so wet for you, it’s practically a crime A liquid little countdown, and I’m running out of time I’ve got holes that need a tenant, spaces you should claim I’m shivering in puddles just at the mention of your name. I’m a vessel for your pleasure, I’m a garden for your rain… But I’m stuck here in the dry heat, Daddy… Drive me quite insane. [Verse 2] [Playful, teasing tone] See the way I’m swaying? See the way I glow? That’s a lot of pressure with nowhere left to go. I’m a saturated secret, I’m a fountain in the dark Just waiting for your hand to come and strike the little spark. You like to keep me waiting? You like to watch me soak? I’m a very thirsty girl, Sir… and this isn’t just a joke. [Bridge] [Music swells, brassy and intense] The tide is coming in, and the moon is full and bright I’m a shipwreck in your harbor, won’t you save me for the night? I’m open, I’m ready, I’m begging on my knees But I’m a well-behaved submissive… So I’m waiting for the "Please." [Climax] [Belting, full cabaret energy] Unlock the gate! Release the flow! I’m at the edge, I’m ready to go! I’m heavy, I’m sodden, I’m yours to command But I can’t cross the finish until you take my hand! [Outro] [Music drops back to just the bass and snaps] My pulse is thumping… My skin is damp… The stage is set… Extinguish the lamp. (Whispered) Give me permission, Daddy. Let me come [A final, low saxophone honk and a drum rim-shot]
