Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Man That I Am with My Man, artist - The Hidden Cameras. Date of issue: 13.04.2023
Song language: English
The Man That I Am with My Man |
| The man that I am with my man |
| His warm coals heat toes |
| A shower cleans the surface and holes |
| Water, soap and hands |
| I sit while he stands |
| Over me I can hardly see |
| That he is peeing on my shoulders and knees |
| A warm, wet yellow breeze |
| He towels my head until dry |
| And leads me to his bed opened wide |
| For my penis, nose, fingers and feet |
| Body, worn and set for sleep |
| Taking out my hand |
| He lifts me up and we both stand |
| We could be in the army or the Klan |
| 'Cause when we’re brothers in blood |
| I think we’re brothers in band |
| Solid is the rock of my man |
| Solid is the rock of my man |
| Solid is the rock of my man |
| The man that I am with my man |
| Tamed but feeling no blame |
| Taking my red wishes in hand |
| Until my eyes have closed |
| The man that I am with my man |
| Pulled, poked and probed |
| His tongue licks my armpits and chest |
| Warm, red, soft and wet |
| Making a cut with a knife on my hand |
| Then he uses his tongue, licks, swallows and grins |
| On my knees, I do the same to my man |
| Blood juices loosen me up in me, I feel man in man |
| Taking out his hand |
| He lifts me up and pets my head |
| We could be in the army or the Klan |
| 'Cause when we’re brothers in blood |
| I think we’re brothers in band |
| Solid is the rock of my man |
| Solid is the rock of my man |
| Solid is the rock of my man |
| The men, they are men with their men |
| Raised in an army camp |
| Spit on my tarnished hands |
| And pull at my underpants |
| I’ll be the man who I am with my man |
| Dressed in borrowed clothes |
| He softens my deep blues with his thighs |
| The fear of ocean underside |
| Taking out their hands |
| They lift me up and we all stand |
| We may be in the army or the Klan |
| 'Cause when we’re brothers in blood |
| Then we are brothers in band |
| Taking out his hand |
| He lifts me up and we both stand |
| We could be in the army or the Klan |
| 'Cause when we’re brothers in blood |
| Then we are brothers in band |