Entangle me in cellophane
I've got an image to sustain
You, look so much better
On, the computer
The human nature maneuvers ever so slightly
And your breasts are very sightly
My libido
Is stronger than yours
My dick
Is longer than yours
I love the fact that love
Is a misconception
A condom labels my generation
In the snap of your fingers
Live for lust
Fake intercourse
Or be dead