morgan geer

The Captain and Tennille

I’ll be the Captain, you be Tennille

I’ll play second fiddle, you can tell me how it feels

To be such a big-shot, to be so unreal

I’ll be the Captain, you be Tennille

 

Sometimes I cannot stand the sight of you looking back at me

Those big black eyes like twin 45s your mouth is pointing at me

Talkin’ dirty, love is not what keeps us together

Strangle-bation, domination, whips and chains and leather

 

I’ll be the Captain, you be Tennille

I’ll play second fiddle, you can tell me how it feels

To be such a big-shot, to be so unreal

I’ll be the Captain, you be Tennille

 

What happened to the spine that once had held me up so true

I once was Faron Young and strong but now I play the fool

You make me beg for mercy and you bind my feet and hands

I’m bowing to your wishes and your wish is my command

 

I’ll be the Captain, you be Tennille

I’ll play second fiddle, you can tell me how it feels

To be such a big-shot, to be so unreal

I’ll be the Captain, you be Tennille

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