It's a funny kind of show and don't tell Will I end up in a special branch of Hell If I succumb to what must be done And let my face laze on your waist Hit me! Don't be a snob Hit me! Oh my God! You won't regret you never hit me if you hit me Questions, questions, questions without answer or indiscretion Give in! Give in! Give in to your disposition And let the back of my wrist Rest near your lips Hit me! Don't be a snob Hit me! Oh my God! You won't regret you never hit me if you hit me Hit Me Hit Me I'm on my knees Hit me please I'm laying down in the middle of the road Along you come but how am I to know what you're open to So tell me, tell me tell me tell me I tend to ignore dull divine authority It's not about shame or damnation but about my liberty So trust me when I say I'm a vanilla kind of girl Still I like it when you hit me On holiday in Whitby