I know what you want
Red cups, white lines, and camel toe
I know what you need
Your secret star knows how to please
I'm bending my knees and
Arching with my spine
We run things; things don't run we
But we can't stop
Look at my chest
My small breasts. I'll make you notice me
For cock and cocaine, I'll beg
I'll run to psychiatry
I'll drop to my knees and
Take you in my mouth
Only God can judge us and we...
We can't stop
I'll probably do it again; I can't say no
I'll speak to my therapist when I find my clothes
He's patient and fatherly; he gives a little hope to me