Omaha (Neil Young Rip-off 2)

[Verse 1]
Omaha? Bluebird?
She's got her whole fist inside me and I forgot my safe word
Is it Hamilton? Or Aaron Burr?
Every time I get it wrong, it's another inch deeper (oh Jesus)

[Verse 2]
Is it Cumberbatch? Or Babadook?
It's kinda hard to concentrate when you're hangin' from an old meat hook
Is it "stop"? Why would it be?
I asked her for a hint but she just took a piss on me (oh Jesus)

[Verse 3]
Maybe it's rock? Maybe it's roll?
Maybe it's "Please don't slide that rod into my penis-hole"?
It's not "help"‚ it's not "dear god"
I found that one out when she hit me with the cattle prod (oh Jesus)

[Bridge]
Now I feel so empty and torn up inside
Not from guilt but from that fist she made me ride
It's still in there‚ it's not going til the safe word I be knowing
But I'm blanking‚ and she's laughing
And her forearm's 'bout half-in
And this was my first time
I'm newly christened
When she talked safe words, I should have listened
But I was distracted, watched her undressing
The fuck am I singing?
Get back to guessing

[Verse 4]
Is it whip? Is it plume?
Is it chair? Okay‚ I know it's not I'm just naming shit that I see in this room
I give up. S-O-S
She's got high heel on my throat, and now I'm losing conscious--