Peeling off clothes, and then beatings—
Tying up to thresh—the beatings of love.
Teardrops rolling down a face—
Tying up to thrash—the squealings of love.

Ceiling—she’s hiked up to the ceiling.
The switchings of these lesbo girls. . .
The club is full of men.

Leering, so-o-o leering.
Oh-oh-oh, cheering Sue to raise her arm,
Cheering, leering like a lecher gawk crew;
Dykes they like to see playing the bondage part;

Peering, they like it and they’re peering;
They’re wishing that those lesbo girls
Were sandwiching the men.

Peering, cheering dykes, this gawk crew,
And peering in a club that is named “Voyeur” seems just right.

Peering, ogling peering,
Ogling, peeling their eyes to see charms.

Peering. . .