When I was just a little girlnI sat upon my auntie's kneenAsked about the birds and beesnAnd this is what she said to me:nnThere are some things in the worldnThat cannot be forcednAnd I'm sorry, I'm oh so sorrynYour virgin heart isn't one of thosennSince the beginning of timenIt's a cold, cruel fact I cannot denynAnd I cringe to thinknOf all the ways they get innnBut you could be like VenusnAnd cop a heavenly stenchnSurround your petals with a spiky fencenYou could be a flowernWith a sticky dark throatnYou could swallow them wholenand feast on their invading souls!nnI feel that faceless force in the family TVnLurking cold as sweat in the depths of the screennSlipping unseen into forgotten dreamsnIt's a killing machine!nJust like an alien head from that scary movienThrusting its way through my tender fleshnTo plant an evil seed inside of mennBut you could be like VenusnAnd cop a heavenly stenchnSurround your petals with a spiky fencenYou could be a flowernWith a sticky dark throatnYou could swallow them wholenand feast on their invading souls!