In your left castanet, love.
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Every time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.
If it's weird, I'm interested.
If you're weird, I'm even more interested.
Weird shit. The unusual. The perverse. The sickening. The frustrating. The nauseating. The grotesque and erotic, the sadomasochistic, the dark, the morbid, the festering underbelly of true sexual perversion.
Also I have pet ferrets.
You don't have to be anything like me, and I don't have to be anything like you, for me to find you really interesting.