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