Son of a patriarchy

As soon as I get outta this hollow cave, lady 
I haven't had the time for you, lately
I even wrote this rhyme for you, maybe
but if I had a choice again I'd find you, baby
seek out your hiding place and dive through
separate myself from the crowd and fight too

but I've gotta work on makin' more money
find a way to put bread on the table, honey
you can't just have me in your bed at nights, tool
give me such a fright, fool
your fantasies with me are just a blight, uhhhlll
Prevent you from reachin' what you'd like --so

I'm gonna stay inside
my dungeon where I hide
come up for air sometimes
I hope that you're away
when I decide to try
Cause baby, 

all I care about is what I can get from you tonight.