A lot of people misunderstand me I just want to fuck you When we do ... Ouch! Then our parents say, "I told you no, don't touch that! Now do you see why?"
Over and over and over and over again you are pretty sure you are mostly done with the masks It feels like we're condemning fear, but in truth, fear is just one of her lips quivering not from disgust, but in awe And there are hoards of people outside
Give me time to open up, Bury my knee in a cloud
Not just to reach out to alienated bored schoolkids But to coax all the discordant notes to the surface To hear from you sweet smog children:
"If I wasn't having sex with my husband, It would be Gary Busey."