If it weren't for your maturity, none of this would have happened,
if you weren't so wise beyond your years,
I would've been able to control myself.
If it weren't for my attention, you wouldn't have been successful, and if,
if it weren't for me, you would never have amounted to very much.
Oh, this could be messy, you don't seem to mind.
Oh, don't go telling everybody, and overlook this supposed crime.
We'll fast forward to a few years later,
and no one knows except the both of us.
And I have honoured your request for silence,
and you've washed your hands clean of this.
You're essentially an employee, and I like you having to depend on me,
you're a kind of protégé,
and one day you'll say, you learned all you know from me,
I know you depend on me, like a young thing would to a guardian,
I know you sexualize me, like a young thing would and I think I like it.
What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance it seems so obvious?
Just make sure you don't tell on me,
especially to members of your family,
we best keep this to ourselves,
and not tell any members of our inner posse.
I wish I could tell the world,
'cause you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly,
I might want to marry you one day,
if you watch that weight and you keep your firm body.