It’s the girl that learned to walk She’s learned to use both of her legs, but she don’t talk Cause since she learned to walk And with her pigtails gone Her little legs quake in the dark As Daddy pulls them far apart And since she’s learned to talk She drives a smart car to her job, but she don’t walk Cause when she tried to walk To her crib right down the block She was alone though that she thought The stranger’s pumping wouldn’t stop Behold the art of man It’s good to look at all the art, but look at man There’s no palate in his hand There’s no chisel in his hand He’s got his sick dick in his hand It’s throwing up the seed of man But it’s his art, the art of man I will walk away from the big century In the art of manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
