Within the boundaries of your mind
And your willingness to comply
You struggle, requiring restraint
Only rope can help you try

Your wrists are often tied as tight
As the knots which bind your belief
In a higher man to free you from sin
Until then, there's no relief

You must dance, look pretty for everyone
Obey and revere your Master
If it weren't for him you'd be nothing
They'd laugh and say he was past her

In tutu and tulle, you engage the crowd
With lithe and agile grace
Perfect pirouettes and pas de deux
A smile upon your face

The evening comes, you feel less secure
Your performance wasn't its best
You hand him the rope, knowingly
He lets you feel the rest