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Discipline
by Steve Mecca copyright 2002
You've been getting out of hand
Insulting me behind my back
Is one thing I can't stand
You've got a lot of things to learn
Sometimes when you play with fire
You're going to get burned
Unruly girl, you just don't see
You cannot make a fool of me
You know you'll have to pay the price
A certain kind of sacrifice
You need discipline... to keep you in line
Need a little discipline... to make you mine
We'll see who has the last laugh
You've sealed your fate with taunting words
The die has now been cast
Your sobbing doesn't mean a thing to me
The pain you feel behind the lash
Will only set you free
Unruly girl, you're going to break
Let's see how much you can take
Your smart-assed words have disappeared
Washed away in a flood of tears
You need discipline...to keep you in line
Need a little discipline... to make you mine
I'm going to take you down to the dark room
And tie you up to the post
I'm going to pick out some of the best toys... the ones you like the most
I'm going to take you down to the dark room
And tie you up to the post
I'm going to pick out some of the best toys... the ones... that hurt the most
You need discipline... to keep you in line
Need a little discipline
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