pull on me tonight,
babe, push me in four directions at once:
don't you wanna make me work for it?
don't you wanna make me want it?
take the compass,
give it a spin, make me follow
as the edges of the world turn.
your hands on my face,
on my neck, finding an expanse of skin
to touch and torture--
pull on me tonight, babe,
and leave no explanation in the morning.