“Keep your legs closed,” mama always said,
“Don’t ever let them see your shame.”
And that’s how I came to be tied to your bed.

The naughtiest girls are always best fed
With no one but themselves to blame.
“Keep your legs closed,” mama always said,

And so I opened them for all but the dead;
To me it all looked exactly the same,
And that’s how I came to be tied to your bed,

My body and yours entwined but not wed,
Igniting under you with the sparks of a flame.
“Keep your legs closed,” mama always said.

My life is lived the way it should be led,
I have no reason to hide my shame.
“Keep your legs closed,” mama always said,
And that’s how I came to be tied to your bed.