Open the door, come in
Make yourself comfortable
I am your MC
I've got a PhD in making money
Close your eyes
Breathe deeply for me
I love the way your breasts move relative to your position
I think I love you
That is, I think that we should
Peace, turn off your mind
And you will find you are reclining
Let me apply my psychosexual innuendos
My teenage-routed anxieties
My educated manipulations
Breathe deeply for me
I love the way your lips caress my pencil tip
I think I want to faciliate your inner urge for
Peace, turn off your mind
And you will find you are reclining
This is not your imagination
This is not your imagination
This is not your imagination
This is my manipulation
I need you
You want me to
Take off your dress I want a
Peace, turn off your mind
And you will find you are reclining
You are reclining
We are reclining
We are becoming one
We're multiplying