When I was just a little girl
I sat upon my auntie's knee
Asked about the birds and bees
And this is what she said to me:
There are some things in the world
That cannot be forced
And I'm sorry, I'm oh so sorry
Your virgin heart isn't one of those
Since the beginning of time
It's a cold, cruel fact I cannot deny
And I cringe to think
Of all the ways they get in
But you could be like Venus
And cop a heavenly stench
Surround your petals with a spiky fence
You could be a flower
With a sticky dark throat
You could swallow them whole
and feast on their invading souls!
I feel that faceless force in the family TV
Lurking cold as sweat in the depths of the screen
Slipping unseen into forgotten dreams
It's a killing machine!
Just like an alien head from that scary movie
Thrusting its way through my tender flesh
To plant an evil seed inside of me
But you could be like Venus
And cop a heavenly stench
Surround your petals with a spiky fence
You could be a flower
With a sticky dark throat
You could swallow them whole
and feast on their invading souls!