Through The Looking Glass

In the morning there's a buzz of flies

Between the pillows and the skies

That beg into your eyes

Through the looking glass

And between your thighs

And it's written no small surprise

Let's straight down the rabbit hole

There we go

I've been meaning to tell you

A sentimental thing that occured to me

I've been waiting to show you

A set of photographs

That'll make you laugh and smile

You might wanna stick one on his nose

Around his teeth, down this drug hole of him

They've nowhere else to go

In the morning there's a buzz of flies

Between the pillows and the skies

That beg into your eyes

Through the looking glass

And between your thighs

And it's written no small surprise

Let's straight down the rabbit hole

There we go

I've been meaning to tell you

A sentimental thing that occured to me

I've been waiting to show you

A set of photographs

That'll make you laugh and smile