My conscience isn’t heavy,
Between us we have secrets,
together we deceive.
Suspicious every minute,
our guilt makes us accuse,
green eyed monsters know no reason,
each others trust we both abuse…
The fire is roaring, and my nostril is raw.
You’re reading the newspaper,
and I’m quietly checking out your ass…
I spend a lot of time looking at that ass of yours,
and sometimes, when you’re bending over in front of me,
I think you know that…
It’s important that I always eat before burning my nostril, because it’s a fact that I won’t feel hungry for several hours afterwards. I’ll burn alot of energy after the sting, so the last thing I want is to start looking like a skeleton with skin. . . That would give my naughty little secret away. . .