A Dull Documentary

The little girl plays chopsticks

Wears Mummy's lipstick

The babysitter watches a dull documentary

I'm on the fire escape

Waiting impatiently

Anticipating what you're saving up for me

It's a Saturday night

The little girl is tucked up tight

At last we're alone

I whisper the good things that I'm going to do to you

All night long

By the light of a dull documentary

I will fuck you so tenderly

Little by little and splendidly

And when we undress underneath the piano

And when I'm caressing your skin

The air will grow colder

When over your shoulder

I see the door open

And the little girl come in

And you'll dip from above

And I'll feel you below gripping my love

Your hair tickles my face

As you show me the sensitive place

All night long

By the light of a dull documentary

When you open your thighs to me

I see the little girl stretching her eyes at me

This reminds me of when I was five

And I followed the sound of the bedsprings creaking

And there in the bulb-light

I witnessed the strange sight

Of two grown-up people

Bouncing and shrieking

All night long

By the light of a dull documentary

Casting new light on the primal scene

Makes me remember the good things I've seen

And I'll go on providing this spectacle

Till we come or the little girl goes

Go on providing the rhythm of life

While you play the tune with your toes, it goes