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.