[Hook]
The cli*oris
It's been a mystery
The cli*oris
It's my anatomy
The cli*oris
Much more than you can see
And if you get to know it, you can get to know me
[Verse 1]
In the days of old man's form
On pedastals
But, girls, less than ideal
We were not taught to feel
And into the dark ages when witch hunts were all the rage
The key to see if she's a witch or not lies right between her legs
So if you see the mark of satan, then you know there's no mistake and
She's been taken by desire, throw her on the fire
Fear inside
Pandora's box, opening wide
Sinful seat of delight
Earthly pleasures hidden far out of sight
[Hook]
The cli*oris
It's been a mystery
It's my anatomy
The cli*oris
Much more than you can see
But if you get to know it, you can get to know me
[Verse 2]
Learned men of science still somewhat deny it
Anatomists' dissections weren't enough for them to buy it
The few who did uncover it
Would argue who discovered it
This excavated treasure, the source of woman's pleasure
Then, Dr. Freud came along
Told me I was doing it all wrong
I need to graduate the way I masturbate
From the clitoral to the vaginal
Did he know
What goes on inside that hole?
Because he couldn't see
All stimulation happens clitorally
They say I'm frigid and cold and I need to be controlled
That I'm too hot, demented, disordered, hysterical
Or that I'm crazy or lazy too mild or wild and baby
They get to decide what's natural and factual
Even doctor's textbooks, yes they would forget it
The clit they would omit and really not even regret it
So scientists set out, to find out all about
This old orgasmic mystery and settle any doubt
In 3D, the clit was mapped architecturally
To the world's surprise
It was found to be ten times its size
[Hook]
The cli*oris
Shouldn't be a mystery
The cli*oris
It's my anatomy
The cli*oris
Much more than you can see, and if you get to know it, you can get to know me
We can come to understand
Worlds of pleasure in our hand
Study up and come with me
The cli*oris will be set free