Boys love their toys and girls want a thrill
with their ever-wanting hearts needing a fill


Strings tied upon my wrist, they pulled her in every direction
Didn't you know? Filial love wasn't meant for dissection!
Your expectations and love are cutting into my skin
But no, I'm a child, I don't have an objection
I should be grateful for such affection.... no matter who wins...


One side of the tongue oozes sticky love
the other devotedly applies words quite vile
Someone turned benign qualities into a way to beguile
In that way, our family was something to defile
Well, hey, this was something we've known for a while, so...


Let's just give up