The doors have been opened
Along with your eyes
His hand moving
Smoothly along your thigh
With baby bearing hips
You're ready to ride
Now your just waiting
For him to come inside
The doors have been opened
Along with your eyes
From past incidents
That have scarred your mind
So it's really not your fault
That I can say
I mean he was fifty-four
And you weren't ready that day
At an age of three
Your uncle had taken his way
So now your legs are open
And open they shall stay