If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain,
We'd hunt down love together,
Pluck out his flying feather,
And teach his feet a measure,
And find his mouth a rein.


A Match, st. 6


If you were queen of pleasure, And I were king of pain, We'd hunt down love together, Pluck out his flying feather, And teach his feet a measure, And ...

If you were queen of pleasure, And I were king of pain, We'd hunt down love together, Pluck out his flying feather, And teach his feet a measure, And ...

If you were queen of pleasure, And I were king of pain, We'd hunt down love together, Pluck out his flying feather, And teach his feet a measure, And ...

If you were queen of pleasure, And I were king of pain, We'd hunt down love together, Pluck out his flying feather, And teach his feet a measure, And ...