SHE'S A LITTLE HDD

She’s a little Hindu, Deadhead, dominatrix
Leather, whips and chains there in her toybox
With her Mala beads, her crystals, and her bongs
She’s got a Gibson Firebird in some Chinese tuning
And she’ll tie you down if you can’t play along
She’s a little Hindu, Deadhead, dominatrix
In her world, Ship of Fools is just a song.

She’s a little, Hindu, Deadhead, dominatrix
Her house is very comfy, very peaceful
Filled with candles, shrines and waterfalls and such
She’ll fondly wax your nipples while the Dead is playing Ripple
You don’t take her to dinner, but she might just have you for lunch
She’s a little, Hindu, Deadhead, dominatrix
Not sure what makes her spin, I’ve got a hunch

“Yes, please Mistress Mary” is my mantra
We talk about our favorite shows and when
She teaches me of love and peace and Tantra
And spanks me on the ass yet once again

She’s a little, Hindu, Deadhead, dominatrix
Tie-dyed, faux fur handcuffs, wears a collar
She is honest and she won’t play tricks on you
That is unless she’s asked to make you holler
Slap out “Iko” on your backside with her shoe
She’s a little, Hindu, Deadhead, dominatrix
A spike heel or a Birkenstock will do.

Note: - OK so she doesn't have bongs and prefers black leather and cold metal to tie-dye restraints but one must take a bit of poetic license...I'll work on some music to this...this is a first draft and will change, I'm sure.