See a young girl so soft and blonde Doesn't attack me but she did once Intoxications in her veins Sweet young boy plays with her brain Lydia'll bring to life What are your chance not to oblige Putting his hand on her thigh Ability has now been ripped Take it away, I'd rather sit Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children Remember when? Johnny's playing fun and games, or else he's in the storage shed Running from the light of day, or maybe lie and celebrate The funny circus from his head Follow me if you understand I'll trick her so she'll do it Then I'll sing and now we run