Your sexual experience is limited
The condition you are in is inhibited
Don't you think it's all in your control
Do you know what you want
Or do what you're told?

I'm not your fucking mother
I'm not your fucking whore
I'm not your baby sister
or the girl next door
you can roll your eyes to heaven
for a virgin to adore
But there's someone right beside you
who could ask for more
But you eye each other up
for a fight or a fuck

I'm not a fucking image
created by your stare
it's no good looking up to me
to tell you what to wear
I've got no fucking answers
and I don't fucking care
But I do hear you asking
And I do believe you care
As you eye each other up
for a fight or a fuck

Your sexual experience is limited
The condition you are in is inhibited
Don't you think it's all in your control
Do you know what you want
Or do what you're told?
I'm not a pretty package
to titillate your prick
Stuff the revolution, boys,
if your insults make me sick
You've had your final warning
cos we've all run out of time
Better get a lead-lined jockstrap
of the very best design
As you eye each other up
For a fight or a fuck

Your penis is your burden
your torment and your shame
I'm not another wanking pot
to feed your bigboy game
You've had your final warning
cos we've all run out of time
Better get a lead-lined jockstrap
of the very best design
As you eye each other up
For a fight or a fuck
Your sexual experience is limited
The condition you are in is inhibited
Don't you think it's all in your control
Do you know what you want
Or do what you're told?



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Fuckin' Mother song meanings
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