Quick to be angered Hard to please Hot and cold and bittersweet Everything about him Makes me weak in the knees And yet I'm still on my feet Cuz when he shifts his way From bright to moody It's just one of the fifty shades Of his Beauty
Some call him master Some call him a mess Sometimes it hurts Sometimes I want it faster Sometimes I want less Love comes in spurts (little spurts) Because the gift he Makes me Is a treasure He gives me fifty shades Of pleasure
Doubt swiftly fades Here's my confession: (Goddess to god, inner goddess calling) I crave his fifty shades Of love and passion