Above The Neck

Everything above the neck
Everything but the imitation of youth must be given up at the desk
Everything but the look that sells
You're twelve looking twenty or you're twenty looking twelve
And you're tight and you're baby and you're sexy about it
And you're subtle and doe-eyed in a toddler's outfit
And her eyes are crossed
And big and bright and bug
And she withers around like a salty slug
There's a beautiful balance to realize and reach
When the women act like both a child and a sex beast
Men are titillated by that delicate line
Between sex, song and nursery rhyme
Over time, you'll not remember normalcy
Because normalcy is what you see repeatedly
So there will be nothing to miss
It must be so relieving for you to hear this
Mm-mm-mm-mm

If I mimic sex like some kind of clothed recreation
Slightly alter to your emotional situation
If I transform into masturbation motivation
Something that's more "open to interpretation"
All of a sudden, your desire to understand
Head popped out of your ass, you're a wide-eyed kitten man
Your jaw will unhinge like a trap door opened wide
And in my words will pour like a fuckin' slip and slide

Sex is everywhere, it's everything you see
It's baked into the air
Breathe, baby, breathe
Sex is everywhere
And if it's not then somebody will put it there
They'll put it there

Your hands are down your pants, you're settled in for the night
It's time to watch 18-year-olds on a private browser site
But eighteen years isn't short enough for you
They have pigtails and Hello Kitty shorts on to undo
They've learned that the closer you look like to a kid
The more money you get from a 42-year-old piece of shit
So on screen, they'll touch a dick and act so confused
Because cluelessness is easier to get off to

There's no button to push for third base
I'm not trying to seduce you, fuckface
I'll be out in your lawn covered in snot
I get away with so much shit 'cause you think I'm hot
Oh, you'll praise the virgin, self-absorbed
You think your penis is very important
But if something's dirty after you touch it
The problem is your hands, dipshit
Cut it off

Sex is everywhere, it's everything you see
It's baked into the air
Breathe, baby, breathe it
Sex is everywhere and if it's not then
Somebody will put it there
They'll put it there

All the women are fighting crime
Showing tits and ass at the same time
Their multitasks is where you draw the lines
Anything's true if it rhymes
The key in the hole, the mighty sword
Praise the man slut, praise the lord
They'd fuck a pie and a dead body
But you live to please, you live to please