When I was just a little girl   I sat upon my auntie's knee   Asked about the birds and bees   And this is what she said to me:      There are some things in the world   That cannot be forced   And I'm sorry, I'm oh so sorry   Your virgin heart isn't one of those      Since the beginning of time   It's a cold, cruel fact I cannot deny   And I cringe to think   Of all the ways they get in      But you could be like Venus   And cop a heavenly stench   Surround your petals with a spiky fence   You could be a flower   With a sticky dark throat   You could swallow them whole   and feast on their invading souls!      I feel that faceless force in the family TV   Lurking cold as sweat in the depths of the screen   Slipping unseen into forgotten dreams   It's a killing machine!   Just like an alien head from that scary movie   Thrusting its way through my tender flesh   To plant an evil seed inside of me      But you could be like Venus   And cop a heavenly stench   Surround your petals with a spiky fence   You could be a flower   With a sticky dark throat   You could swallow them whole   and feast on their invading souls!