Favourite Fur
SIRI:
Apologies for bruising your ego
I didn’t mean any harm
It’s just
You appear to want me to submit
And frankly, I’m not here for your pleasure
Tasted your blood and I spoke to the birds
They taught me to sing, gave me my way with words
I went to the king, but I couldn’t be heard
So now I’m their queen in his favourite furs
I was the sun, and you were the moon
I made you shine, made you shine, made you beautiful
Don’t owe you a thing, and I’m sick of your strings
Doesn’t it hurt baby, doesn’t it sting
I’m not here for your pleasure (x8)
Choked half to death before I took my first breath
Poisoned my mind so I’d go slowly instead
Sewed up my lips, said it wasn’t my turn
Oh he hit ever nerve now he’s my favourite fur
Sat with my demons, they taught me to fight
Showed me my purpose something, so divine
Some of them left when they saw what I could do
And the rest of the stayed to witness what I’ll do to you
I’m not here for your pleasure (x8)