You touched me here
Touched me there
Then stroked my hair
That is assault;
A pure act of "Konji"

You feel weird within
I know that feeling
You feel high like you are high
But the onus is on me
Because you are under-sixteen

I feel uneasy down below too
Who ever rejects a largesse?
But the law is the law
All I get is a visual massage
Of your holy temple of happiness
But the walls, I'm sorry, I can't...