Infant Sorrow

With my pen and paper
I am sitting at my tabletop
And once again
I think of riding Daphne.
Cherry lips and curvy hips
And bucking like a quarter-horse
I sit here and I think of riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.
I'll settle in
Now strap me in
You'll mount me with your bristley thighs
You'll chafe me
I'm riding Daphne.
On her knees she gave a blow
Like standing on fresh fallen snow
Besmirching the sweet innocence of Daphne
In her white coat and stethoscope
She came so hard she couldn't cope
She done it in front of her bloke
Our Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.
I'll settle in
You'll strap me in
You'll bind me in with gaffer's tape