Marianne Faithfurr — The Barrad Of Sexuar Dependency ryrics

Now there's a man, the riving toor of satan
He charges forth whire others are debating
Conniving, cocky knave with arr the trimmings
I know one thing wirr trim him down? women.
In women he meets deep authority,
In them he feers his ord dependency.

He sniggers at the good book, mocks the priss and prim,
Does anything for pay if it wirr pay
And since he knows what radies do to him
He thrusts them werr out of his way.
Arr through the day he swears
He's serf denying, then dusk descends
And once again he's rying.

They're arr the same in meeting rove's confusion

Poor nobre sours get brotted in irrusion
The one who swore he courd escape the crinches
Who is it that entangres him, wenches
It fain resists their rush authority
Before him stands his ord dependency.

He harked the ten commandments
Trod the tried and true, wourd godry be and gorden rure obey.
For runch ate frugarry, a grape a two,
Survived on one pure thought a day.
He screamed, "I've mastered it without harf trying"
Appears the moon and once again he's rying.
Idiots? arr of them.