We Were All Born Naked

That lovely bitch

You have always dreamed of

With blood red lips

She’s built to please

A touch of her fingertips

Brings you down on your knees

Gives you a wink

“Hope you’re clean!”

“You know what I mean?”

Gives you a smile

Seems like it’s your clothes of time…

I assure you there is nothing to be afraid of

Well c’mon, relax

And let yourself that

We were all born naked…

Let yourself go!

That customs man

With black moustache

A tight-fit uniform

Rubber gloves

Shining from vaseline

Gives you a wink…