No one knows what I do in my room with my girl and she won't tell you
Sometimes she tells me mellow lies, when her tongue is not inside my head
I talk in terms of "he" and "she" to avoid the nerves of "me" and "we"
She talks in terms of love and of some things that I thought that I'd risen above
and one of us here is a pervert
and one of us here is a child
and everybody can only be themselves

I used to have dreams I made love to my cat, is it shockiing for me to tell you that?
I might tell you more buy you might walk away and I don't feel like eating alone
Daddy, he has to work all day and mommy and baby just watch
After all, every living creature on earth wants a hot lunch
One of us here is a guillotine
and one of us here is your neck
and everybody can only be themsleves