Tekster: Stephen Lynch. Talk To Me.

I came down to the breakfast table

Felt like I could die

I tried so hard, but wasn't able

To look you in the eye

For I am feeling so much shame

Yes I have brought disgrace

Could tell I soiled my good name

By the look upon your face



Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it

No use denying it, I was really cranking it

well dry your eyes don't be so sad

If you could just forgive me, and talk to me dad

Talk to me dad



no i didn't hear you enter, no I didn't hear the door

With my hand upon my member and my pants upon the floor

Now burnt into your brain is an image you despise

Like blood and guts and starving kids and Stevie Wonder's eyes



Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it

No use denying it, I was really cranking it

well dry your eyes don't be so sad

But I wouldn't use those tissues, they've already been had

talk to me dad




The look upon your face made my swollen gland diminish

So I said could you close the door, I really wanna finish.

Now daddy, I'm ashamed and I completely understand

If you never wanna hug again or even shake my hand



Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it

No use denying it,well I was really cranking it

well dry your eyes don't be so sad

Just because it was your bed, it's not that bad



When I was only 17 you told me it was dirty

So it must be really creepy when you kid is pushing 30

But you cannot tell me, dad, you have never had a whack

At the thing that hangs below your belt and bumps into your sack



Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it

No use denying it, I was really cranking it

Now dry your eyes, don't be so sad

But I wouldn't use those tissues, they've already been

Just because it was your bed, it's not that

Oh daddy, daddy, please forgive me, and talk to me dad

talk to me dad