Bastette – Fiction

Lyrics Fiction – Bastette

I love it when you hurt me
It makes me feel like somethings real
The heat feels good at first, but I hold on till it burns

I grab hold, let your skin touch mine
Like I forget you crossed a line
The love for leather and chains
You’re like a margay in wait
Your technique never changed
Maybe I like the pain

Tall Dark in his leathers crimson
Six string a mahogany Gibson
I’ll take what God has given
But I created you boy and its Fiction

So let’s get dirty
Forget the truth for a few hours
Fall for satisfaction
Dismiss all that is rational

Just grab hold, let your skin touch mine
Just forget you crossed a line
The love for leather and chains
You’re like a margay in wait
Your technique never changed
Maybe I like the pain
Raspberry beret, let’s not forget purple rain
Lay your thoughts on display
Expect me to behave

Tall Dark in his leathers crimson
Six string a mahogany Gibson
I’ll take what God has given
But I created you boy and its Fiction

If you wanna, If you wanna
I’ll let you take me home
We both know that both know that
Wasted like fools’ gold…

Written by Caroline Kenyon and Elysia Kenyon
Produced by Gareth Nuttall
Bastette | 2022