David Baerwald - A Secret Silken World lyrics

I took a ride with a sadist on a Saturday night His teeth were like diamonds in the dashboard light He knew a place nearby; we took a right at the light And I smiled because I'd never ever been there He said "When I was your age I was a millionaire. Those were the days of Woodstock — I was there. It's such a drag about the forest; such a shame about the air But when I was your age I was a millionaire." Don't you love this kind of lazy kind of night Don't you love it with a stranger when time is tight Don't you love a little struggle, don't you love a little fight Don't you feel like the devil in the blue moonlight On a lazy kind of night The seats of his car were like a woman's skin Made me think about all those places I've been It made me understand murder and the nature of sin I leaned back and I listened to his music He said, "Things would go better if you'd be my friend. You don't have to like all the means to your end. I don't want to boast; I don't mean to offend But things would go better if you'd be my friend." Don't you love this kind of lazy kind of night Don't you love it with a stranger when time is tight Don't you love a little struggle, don't you love a little fight Don't you feel like the devil under blue moonlight On a lazy kind of night There's a secret silken world of s** and submission Of vodka and handcuffs and acts of contrition Your enemies succumb and the ladies all listen To the tales of your woes and your secret ambitions And your hopes and your dreams and your pain and your perdition In your secret silken world of s** and submission She looked more like a plate then a scared little girl Her pupils were pinpoints as he fingered her pearls It was crossing my mind to maybe give it a whirl Until I noticed her fingers were trembling She said, "I've never liked boys, I much prefer men." She must have liked the way it sounded 'cause she said it again The car headed north up Beverly Glen I was taken by surprise with nausea Don't you love this kind of lazy kind of night Don't you love to hurt the weak when they refuse to fight When there's no need to be judgemental; no need to be polite All you need to know is that might equals right On a lazy kind of night I see my own reflection There's no escape Do you think it's wrong? Do you think it's wrong to love your own reflection? All those hungry people It's such a drag Let's get something to eat On a lazy kind of night On a lazy kind of night A lazy kind of night Don't you love to hurt the weak On a lazy kind of night