The Princess of Detroit

You are lust.
You are everything tonight.
I want to bathe in you.
Would that be alright?
You are sex.
You are ecstasy tonight.
I want to be high on you.
Would that be alright?
Tell me princess what’s it like in there?
Tell me what you’re hiding behind that stare.
I beg your permission.
Trust your intuition.
I could never exploit
the princess of Detroit.
You are motion.
You are drum machines tonight.
I want to writhe in you.
Would that be alright?
You are liquid.
You are medicine tonight.
I want to drink you.
Would that be alright?
Tell me princess what’s it like in there?
Tell me what you’re hiding behind that stare.
I beg your permission.
Trust your intuition.
I could never exploit
the princess of Detroit.
The deepest purple.
The deepest blue.
Lost in lights, and heat,
and beats, and you.
Tell me princess what’s it like in there?
Tell me what you’re hiding behind that stare.
I beg your permission.
Trust your intuition.
I could never exploit
the princess of Detroit.