The little girl plays chopsticks Wears Mummy's lipstick The babysitter watches a dull documentary I'm on the fire escape Waiting impatiently Anticipating what you're saving up for me It's a Saturday night The little girl is tucked up tight At last we're alone I whisper the good things that I'm going to do to you All night long By the light of a dull documentary I will f** you so tenderly Little by little and splendidly And when we undress underneath the piano And when I'm caressing your skin The air will grow colder When over your shoulder I see the door open And the little girl come in And you'll dip from above And I'll feel you below gripping my love Your hair tickles my face As you show me the sensitive place All night long By the light of a dull documentary When you open your thighs to me I see the little girl stretching her eyes at me This reminds me of when I was five And I followed the sound of the bedsprings creaking And there in the bulb-light I witnessed the strange sight Of two grown-up people Bouncing and shrieking All night long By the light of a dull documentary Casting new light on the primal scene Makes me remember the good things I've seen And I'll go on providing this spectacle 'Til we come or the little girl goes Go on providing the rhythm of life While you play the tune with your toes, it goes .....