Inspired by an old girlfriend, but not the one you think. Except the last verse. That's all her.
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Don't tell your children about the nasty things we used to do,
though they weren't so nasty when we did them.
Mother was a good girl. She didn't sleep with boys.
Don't tell your children I was one of your victims.
Don't tell your children that every night was a naked Bacchanalia.
We're talking insatiable appetites.
We did things, I think, no one had ever done before.
We could have applied for a copyright.
You can pamper the children.
Pack their lunches.
Cut off their crusts.
Just remember,
though we're done with the past,
the past isn't done with us.
Don't tell your children about the nasty things we used to do.
They never need to know; you were a succubus.
More than once, you left me for dead. The children don't need to know.
A small price to pay for all that lust.