My Trois, my Three Belonged to me 'Cuz she signed up for three weeks of slavery We knew that BDSM Was a life we both preferred And the thought of a three week blind date was just So fucking absurd We played our roles I filled up her three perfect holes What an awesome date Then we went on another one Why wouldn't we When the first one was so great? We both thought we had found our perfect match I was her itch, she was my scratch There were two of us, but it sometimes felt like three Was it my giant head or her split personality? My three, my Trois Don't ask pourquoi She just does what needs to be done The perfect slave Don't misbehave 'Cuz she's South African She's my pony and I'm her rubber pup After I ride her, I get "Apar-theid-up" Until she gets the itch, and makes the switch And I become the one who gets fucked My three, my Trois Don't ask pourquoi She just does what needs to be done The perfect slave Don't misbehave 'Cuz she's South African