The brain, the brain, the brain drives me insane
It's filled me up with images of you
That float in me like I'm an empty drain
Stuck in the ground with nothing else to do.
With nothing else to do but think about
The things that you get up to when I'm gone
And what happens in bed when I am out,
And when he'll find the things that turn you on.
So my imagination's running wild
And you are slim and arching in my mind
And I'm left whimpering like a little child
Who wants to look but's scared of what he'll find.
Then afterwards I come and lick you clean
And hope that you will treat me nice and mean.
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