Sons and Lovers - Hazel O'Connor

© Hazel O`Connor

Got to have to make you see

There’s certain thing and needs to be

I need a father must be wild

Need you to take me like a child

I want to be your wettest dream

Tease your body 'till you scream

Bite you lick you like ice-cream

Scare you dare you be obscene

I want to be an animal

I want to be a lover

I want to be a little girl

I want to be a mother

How about it brother

Do you want a mother

Do you want a lover, a lover, a lover like me

To be your nurse all that and worse

Then be your whore break down the door

I’ll be patient to the cause

Fell the the pulse and then we’ll pause

And if you’re sure I crave for more

That’s when you come I’ll up and run

Femme Fatale, then animal, sister, lover, tomboy, brother

I want to be an animal

I want to be a lover

I want to be a little girl

I want to be a mother

Bounce me upon your knee

Place your head below the bedclothes