Come to daddy...

Finally I found myself a woman
I spyed my father at night
I found her in my dad's wardrobe
Her skin: as smooth as silk, thin & plastic

It doesn't bother me that
She used to belong to my father
It's OK, I'm not a virgin either
But I can't squeeze her tight
She'd run out of air, yes she might
My lungs are too weak to fill her again
I hope she doesn't love strong men

She has a pretty name: Barbarella
Printed on her sole: Barbarella
She has a serial number down there
She's special, that's all I care
Barbarella

It's difficult to find out
Wishes of my date
It's quite hard for her
To communicate
Someone has drawn years ago
Big red flowers on her skin
That's how I know for sure
She was not a virgin

Night time I wet her with my sweat
Plastic rubs one's human flesh

But I'm quite sure that she loves my games
She keeps her mouth shut
When I take her both ways