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 k**ing 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!