My Plaything Songtext
von Keima

I wanna hold you
And wind you up
Let′s have a party
With the tiny little cups
I wanna make you go
By pulling on your string
I wanna make you into my plaything

Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything


You look so pretty
Behind the cellophane
I cracked it open
And it's never been the same
I never knew what kind of pleasure it could bring
Until I made you into my plaything

Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything

Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything
Ooh, my plaything