You walking so snotty down the hall
You know you hot in your camisole
Making a telephone call
With your black slip on
And your legs so long
Drifting on the couch at night
Catching glimpses as you cross the light
Love to watch you groom
Love the smell of your room
When I'm laying with you
Always tripping on the toddler gate
In a room that you decorate
By the fireplace log
Sits your old black dog
Here in the house of god
Unscrewing jars of skunk like a Shaolin monk
Wearing swimming trunks with the peacock punks
I'm in my underwear, got blitz kiddy hair
Baby I don't care
So close to you in a cold dark room
No costume or nom de plume
Wanna chat you up, rub your baby bump
Wanna hear you cum
To the humidifier hum
You walking so snotty down the hall
You know you hot in your camisole
Making a telephone call
With your black slip on
And your legs so long