Sign Yourself Over to Me (2014 Cut Song)

Lyrics

[CHARLES] My knees were not made for kneeling I'm not one to get down and pray My knees are like ninjas Two dangerous hinges, they smash And they injure in the octagon cage Though my MMA days are behind me Bowing beneath you seems mad But I've got you in situ, so I guess I should pitch you You're welcome to sit, but I think that I'll stand Marry me, Delia Do it, don't dream it Be mine, but first sign this pre-nuptial agreement Though you need no incentive to be ever attentive What's mine is now is now yours Well, a minor percentagе Dance with me, Delia Wе'll face the free market I'll buy you a Chrysler, and somewhere to park it Oh come take my hand You'll be good for my brand Meet my ev'ry demand, and you'll see It's expanded in clause four-point-three Sign yourself over to me This business alignment, well it makes you my client With minimum requirements for sexual contact I've got Van Gohs and Goyas An army of lawyers And will fucking destroy you if you break this contract So marry me, Delia and no one will scam me 'Cause folks drop their panties for a man with a family We need each other Lydia needs a mother If your eggs aren't dried up, she might get a brother Ride with me, Delia We'll soar to the heavens Forplay is optional Read sub-clause seven Bow to my will Ev'ry need you'll fulfill If you're sad, pop a pill, mon chéri I'm your new CEO, OMG Sign yourself over to me Fill this position Be my acquisition I'll talk and you'll listen We'll vacay in France Your role needs defining, something legally binding So get busy signing my love, and let's dance Forgive my transgressions Make endless concessions I'm into possessions, you must be all mine Work hard to placate me You must not debate me Just daily fellate me, and we should be fine Marry me, Delia I'll fill you with knowledge An hour with me is like three years in college I've got wisdom and vision More pots than I can piss in Since we can't break tradition Bring it in Delia Come on, hustle up Take a knee I'm ready to marry again Take this ivory, civil war era, slave ower's pen And sign yourself over to me