I can't get this song parody to scan right. I'm missing too many beats from the song... Can anyone see a way to fix it?
She smacked the bottom of a Irish Lad But she caned the bottom of an English Man Got over her lap and then kicked under her hand Said, "baby, make my rear dance"
I meet her on Grafton street right outside of the bar She shock a wicked strap at me while her own brother cried at the bar She asked me what do you want, the strap or the brush from my arm? Said it was one of my favourite things, do you want to spank on? She used her hand as a taster, strap for my bum She got me bent over a table with the cane cracking like a shotgun Smacked me some more, sat down at the bar Then put me over her knees there, made my rear dance
You know, she smacked the bottom of a Irish Lad But she caned the bottom of an English Man Got over her lap and then kicked under her hand Said, "baby, make my rear dance"" With my pretty little domme girl You're my pretty little domme girl
You know she beat me with a brush and then she beat me like a fool And then she jerked me like there was nobody else in the room As last orders were called was when she bent me o'er the stool After spanking me to Kaleigh, had me crying new tunes I never knew a red hot bottom ever felt so sweet Another hand spanking using a song for the beat Oh, I could have that hand landing on repeat for a week And in this packed out room swear she was spanking only me
You know, she smacked the bottom of a Irish Lad But she caned the bottom of an English Man Got over her lap and then kicked under her hand Said, "baby, make my rear dance" With my pretty little domme girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my domme girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my domme girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my domme girl
And now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time I was holding her hand, her hand was smacking mine Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night I walked her home then she took me inside To finish some caning OH that bottom of mine I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write About a domme girl and a perfect night
You know, she smacked the bottom of a Irish Lad But she caned the bottom of an English Man Got over her lap and then kicked under her hand Said, "baby, make my rear dance" With my pretty little domme girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my domme girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my domme girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my domme girl, hey |