Those gender in skirts will never learn,
Even when it gets larger and deeper,
they don\'t mind,
She won\'t stop roaming the streets,
Searching for gold,
While she\'s the digger.
I pity that innocent brother,
whose naivety she will hold upto,
Then buried him in her thighs,
Telling him to go deeper,
Sweats his only reward.
He will rejoice,
Thinking he has found a gold,
Hoping to dig his mine forever,
It\'s well with that brother
In the choir,
Religiousity won\'t cure naivety.