The Hidden Cameras - Skin & Leather Lyrics

Men: tous les même
Men: tous les même
You pick me up and carry me home
I'm pushed to the floor and I regain your trust
Lay on your wall I bleed on your rug
The word is "skin" and "bone," they are the same
My wish to break the hold of the leather flood disappears as I moan:
"You are the same
You are the same
You are the same
You are the same"

You tighten up your hold to the beat of a drum
Drum made from skin and bone played with a tickle of feather
The word is "skin" and "bone" and I regain your trust
Repeat words "skin" and "bone" they are the same
I'll be your skin and bone and your leather clone
Pain disappears as I moan for your skin and leather
Skin and leather
You're my warmth and pleasure
I'll be your skin and leather

A lick of the floor is the end of it all
I dampen my robe as you darken the door
A clap of the bone is a plea for more
Condition a must, the word is 'nough
I'm going to rub the rope when the rug is washed
And lay on your wall, with a hint of tether
I'll be your skin and leather,
Skin and leather
I'll be your skin and leather
I'll be your skin and bone on the telephone
Pain disappears as I moan
"You are the same"