CREEPTAL - My Holy Sunday Sin - Feat. Arachna Morgana

SUNDAY MORNING This Sunday morning Was easy to understand My body was horning Your mouth by my command I want you Licking hard on me I want you Right where I want you to be Toom-toom... Tchooroo, tchooroo... Toom-toom... Tchooroo, tchooroo... The curtains were glowing The coffee was warm My heartbeat was showing The coming of the storm I used to hate your eyes When they caught me in the heat I'd cover up my face And hide the way I shook beneath But now I want you looking I want you watching me No hiding, no denying No shame in what you see Toom-toom... Tchooroo, tchooroo... Toom-toom... Tchooroo, tchooroo... I want your hungry eyes I want your wicked grin I want to see you watching When I finally give in And if you call me dirty For wanting to be seen Then keep your little judgment And choke upon your screen You hate a woman smiling When pleasure makes her glow? You hate the way she wants you? Then maybe you should go Oh, don't look so horrified Don't act so fucking pure If my desire disgusts you Your problem needs a cure So fucking sexist, baby So scared of what I feel You'd rather call me filthy Than admit that this is real Toom-toom... Tchooroo, tchooroo... I used to fear your eyes Now I crave them on my skin I used to hide my pleasure Now I want you watching when I give in So look at me, lover Don't blink, don't turn away I want your eyes beside me On this filthy Sunday day This Sunday morning Was easy to understand My body was calling And you obeyed my command I want you I want you close to me I want your eyes upon me When you see what you do to me TOOM-TOOM! TCHOROO, TCHOROO! TOOM-TOOM! TCHOROO—TCHOROO! Sunday morning. Nothing left to hide. If you can't stand my pleasure... Get the fuck outside.