Art of Man

It's the girl that learned to walk

She's learned to use both of her legs, but she don't talk

Cause since she learned to walk

And with her pigtails gone

Her little legs quake in the dark

As Daddy pulls them far apart

And since she's learned to talk

She drives a smart car to her job, but she don't walk

Cause when she tried to walk

To her crib right down the block

She was alone though that she thought

The stranger's pumping wouldn't stop

Behold the art of man

It's good to look at all the art, but look at man

There's no palate in his hand

There's no chisel in his hand

He's got his sick dick in his hand

It's throwing up the seed of man

But it's his art, the art of man

I will walk away from the big century

In the art of man