Leather baaaar It’s a grungy village Every drink Like the one befoooore Leather bar Full of leather people! Walking up tooo saaaaaay
Oh Sir! Oh Sir! Oh Sir! Oh Sir! A-woof!
There goes the daddy with his boy like always A pace behind and to the left Every evening just the same Since the evening that we came To this filthy leather bar–Good morning Bell! Good morning Sir Where are you off to today? The bootshop! I just finished the most wonderful scene About a beanstalk and an ogre and a– That’s nice. Siri! The faggots! Hurry up!
Look there he goes that boy is sub, no question Dazed and attracted to the smell! Never part of any crowd Cuz his head’s locked in some shroud No denying he’s a subby boy that Bell!
Oh Sir! Good boy! How is your family?
Oh Sir! Obey. You cause me strife!
I need six pups! That’s too expansive! THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS OLD LEATHER LIFE!
Ah, Bell Good evening Sir. I’ve come to return the boots I borrowed. Finished already? Oh, I can’t even sit down. Have you got anything new? Not since yesterday! That’s all right. I’ll borrow… this one! That one! But you’ve worn it twice! Well they’re my favorite! Long black laces, good for swordfights, nice buckles, service in disguise! Well if you like it all that much, they’re yours! But Sir! I insist. Well thank you! Thank you very much!
Look there he goes–that ass is so superior I wonder if he’s hung as well With a dreamy subbed-out look And his back pierced by a hook What a muzzle’d do to shut him up that Bell
Ohhh isn’t this amaaaazinnnng It’s my favorite drink because–you seeee: Beeeer’s great for bar recycling Once he’s done: refills it and you slurp down all his peeeeee
Now it’s no wonder that his vibe is cruisy His looks have got no parallel But behind that Scruff facade Private pics are rather odd Very diff’rent from the rest of us He’s nothing like the rest of us More kinky than the rest of us is Bell!
Whoa you didn’t miss a shot Gaston! You’re the hardest cummer in the whole world!
I know!
No boy alive stands a chance against you– And no girl, for that matter.
It’s true, LeFou. And I’ve got my sights set on that one.
Who, the slutty otter?
He’s the one! The lucky boy I’m going to collar! The most beautiful boy in town!–I know–THAT MAKES HIM THE BEST! And don’t I deserve the best? –well of course I mean you do–
Right from the moment when I met him, saw him I said “he’s gorgeous, in that cell!” In this bar it’s only he Who’s as beautiful as me! So I’m making plans to screw and collar Bell!
Look there, he goes! Isn’t he dreamy! Oh Sir! Gaston! I’ll lick your boot! Be still! Look smart! Oh won’t you beat me! He’s such a tall dark masc musc Dominant!
Oh Sir! Pardon. You’ll pay. Suck me! You call this begging! What lovely canes! Dick cheese–Old Guards! Good hound. ‘Scuse me! I’ll get the knife. Please let me through!
Give head–These legs–exhale–they’re swole Your Dom’s mistaken–well maybe so
THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS OLD LEATHER BAAAR JUST WATCH YOUR MOUTH; GET IN THE TRUNK OF MY CAAAR
Look there he goes that boy has such potential His brain’s such soft material It’s a pity and a sin He never quite gives in
But he really is a subby boy A beauty and a subby boy He really is a subby boy That Bell!
Oh Sir! Oh Sir! Oh Sir Oh Sir Oh Sir Oh SIR!
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He asked me to kneel to him! Me! The boy of that boorish… shameless… Pup of Gaston–can’t you just see it Pup of Gaston–His collared boy No Sir! Not me! I’ll never submit!
I want such more than this old leather bar!
I want suspension in the great dark dungeons To be locked up within a cell! And for once it might be grand To be fisted on the stand I want so much more than he’s got planned…
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