Mother Hips

Hot Lunch

Mother Hips


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.