art of man

it's the girl that learned to walk, she's learned to use both of her legs, but she don't talk, cause since she learned to walk, and with her pigtails gone, her little legs quake in the dark, as daddy pulls them far apart, and since she's learned to talk, she drives a smart car to her job, but she don't walk, cause when she tried to walk, to her crib right down the block, she was alone though that she thought, the stranger's pumping wouldn't stop, behold the art of man, it's good to look at all the art, but look at man, there's no palate in his hand, there's no chisel in his hand, he's got his sick dick in his hand, it's throwing up the seed of man, but it's his art, the art of man, i will walk away from the big century, in the art of man