An M.P. Speaks - McCarthy
Sweet little schoolgirl smile
Your golden arms
Beckon me on
Lips seem to speak
Seem to lead me
Beautiful one
Your burning tongue
For you that
I do these things
For you that
I do these things
Shielding you from ill
While you're a child
I'll be your night
There's vice everywhere
Porn on the screen
Sex in the street
Vile foreign men
As I said in the house
There are sewers beneath
Waiting to burst
All over us
Be you that
I do these things
For you that
I do these things