Love Train

Bang, boom blam goes our love.
Snap, crackle, pop when our love begins to rock.
Oh baby, oh baby.
The way you take control from the top.
Don't stop, don't stop.
The temperature is on the rise.
It's getting hot, so hot baby.
I can see the fire in your eyes.
I feel the heat as you straddle my pride.
Playful battles consuming the floor.
Up against the wall.
Between the crack of your box car door.
No need to be begging.
Lust has eight inches more.
And times worth it's waiting.
So don't fear the passion of pain.
It's us driving the train.
We'll hit all the stops that turn.
While the engine is burning hotter.
And the heat creeps higher.
We can't cool the flames that burn.
Of passions nasty fire.
Not till we cross the finish wire.
Engine and the caboose
Hit the final destination we desire.
Oh baby, oh baby.
I'm going to take you to the mountain top.
Oh, I won't stop, I won't.
Higher then you've ever been before.
Then start over from the beginning.
While you beg me for more.
Never a problem.
It's a matter of pride and it's joy.
I'll be your he-man baby.
Gently pulling your hair.
Whips, chains.
And love curling up your toes.
When I kiss you there.
I'm going to become a lovers toy.
Your tender teddy bear.
I'm the giver, you'll fantizise.
Not once, not twice.
But baby, three times.
Like putty in my hands.
Snap, crackle, pop, bang boom blam.
Here it cums again.
Like a train.