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
 'Til we come or the little girl goes
 Go on providing the rhythm of life
 While you play the tune with your toes, it goes ...