When I stare at her,
she dies a little
The more erotic look I give,
The more she suffers
She gives me a glance of suffering;
I enjoy a little
When it discomforts her
I enjoy a little
Her anxious postures;
I enjoy a little
If she stops me,
I will not tolerate
How can she question me
I am the man, by fate
She is the woman
She has to suffer
So that, I can enjoy a little
If she rebels,
I will cut her hand
Throw acid on her
Rape her, destory her,
She has to bear all this
So that I can enjoy a little