An M.P. Speaks Sweet little schoolgirl smile Your golden arms beckon me on Lips seem to speak, seem to lead me Beautiful one Your burning tongue For you that I do these things For you that I do these things Shielding you from ill While you're a child I'll be your knight There's vice everywhere Porn on the screen Sex in the street Vile foreign men As I said in the House there are sewers beneath Waiting to burst all over us For you that I do these things For you that I do these things
