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