Strange Bruises - Mode Moderne

Raise your hand for sugar in your tea

raise your hand for luxury

raise your hand come orders from above

the things I’d do for love!

Little girls should be seen and not heard

blank pages bear no dirty words

I cross my legs when the telephone rings

he’s easy to please he wants my everything

Raise your hand for sugar in your tea

raise your hand for validity

raise your hand come orders from above

the things I’d do for your love!

you lead me home with my eyes closed

a perfect portrait this submissive pose

your lips unmoved say what mine cannot say

tally up the strange bruises when we wake

pages and pages

lips and lists

don’t dare to tell me that it does not exist