Eager claws tear through my skin,
Get to my heart through tender flesh.
On my face I bear a Glasgow grin,
But the tears I wear aren't fresh.
Now, my tastes may be strange as sin,
But masochism is my pleasure,
And when you tear through skin so thin
I become excited beyond all measure.
It makes me realise how numb I've been
And finally let's me feel.
And even if it is pain you're bringing in,
I think I like the way you make me squeal.