Vivek Shraya
For Your Pleasure
For your pleasure
A little black leather around my neck
Whatever you want

For your pleasure
A little black liner around my eyes
Whatever you want

Just say

For your pleasure
A little black magic in my hands
Whatever you want

Just say

And for your pleasure
A little black leather around my mouth
You stole all my air anyhow

Someone once told me love is danger
And now I'm a witness to how I would suffer
For your pleasure

For your pleasure
My heart on a platter