Teksty: Infant Sorrow. Riding Daphne.

With my pen and paper
I am sitting at my tabletop
And once again
I think of riding Daphne.

Cherry lips and curvy hips
And bucking like a quarter-horse
I sit here and I think of riding Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.

I'll settle in
Now strap me in
You'll mount me with your bristley thighs
You'll chafe me
I'm riding Daphne.

On her knees she gave a blow
Like standing on fresh fallen snow
Besmirching the sweet innocence of Daphne
In her white coat and stethoscope
She came so hard she couldn't cope
She done it in front of her bloke
Our Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.

I'll settle in
You'll strap me in
You'll bind me in with gaffer's tape
You'll gaff me
I'm riding Daphne.

Playing doctor with my doctor mate
I think we could rocked her mate
Thanks for waiting patiently
And taking slobby dregs, mate
Hope there's no hard feelings
'Bout my manhood on your leg.

She took the Hippocratic oath
She took my manhood in her throat
She knows the Heimlich she won't choke
Not Daphne.

She dropped her drawers and sat on me
While watching Grey's Anatomy
And checked my prostate glad for free
Did Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.

I'll settle in
Now strap me in
You'll bind me in with gaffer's tape
You'll gaff me
I'm riding Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Oooooh riding Daphne.