Consensual

So you claim it’s consensual

Come to be nearly ritual

You seem to have not a care at all

On a stage international

Whose truth’s situational

You behave like a criminal

 

But in the West End

What you sow, you rend

Like a day in Galapagos

You came, you saw

You conquered, you go

This fun and guile

It’s got to be wrong!

 

At first you were cynical

To break from the traditional

And move beyond the sensual

The message is subliminal

Now it’s become medicinal

Your beliefs belie your principles

 

In the West End

What you sow, you rend

Like a day in Galapagos

You came, you saw

You conquered, you go

This fun and guile

It’s got to be wrong!

 

 

 

 

Lyrics written by Marko Shinkle.