Witness

I got you on my mind again.
Encapsulating lust again.
I pull your hair and you pretend,
To be a slut for me again.

Now close your eyes and count to ten.
I want the truth from you again.
Do you remember where, or when?
You told a lie I can't defend.

If conscience was your only friend,
I'd tie you up in deep suspense.
These wicked games we apprehend.
This court of lust shall rise again.