When he came to the bar on his moped
He ripped slips and tipped bad and hounded
"It's doctor!" he said with a sadistic scowl
"Shove it or I'll do it for you!"
Yet now that I'm his squeeze
I see nothing but green in my dreams
I love the sadist doc
I sit at my sill and for him I sing
He calls me his guppy, his bitch, his puss
His tight sadist cuffing I'll never undo
He strikes me, but he don't mean no harm
These marks are part of his sadistic charm
Sometimes he says "Take it," and deep down he goes
"If you didn't want it, you should have kept your legs closed"
I love the sadist doc
He snaps his hand, and I run to him
He's fixing my faults, slews of sins
The worse he treats me, the more he loves me
If I die by my hand, it won't be a surprise
'Cause my love for the sadist doc is right and owed and green