Telephone Play No. 1
Hey, how are you doing, babe?
I'm okay, I'm still in bed, bad dreams
Your dreams are always bad
I know it's nothing new, it just happened
What happened this time?
My dad sent me a digital file folder
And in it are all these nude photos of me as a child
The thing is, I was kinda hot stuff!
I mean I don't know, I looked good, so it was confusing
Wow, oh, God! Fathers and daughters
Yeah, yeah, what about mothers and sons?
Yeah, but fathers and daughters
Yeah, but mothers and daughters, man, fuck!
Yeah, there's just kinda no comparison
The worst is fathers and sons
Oh, God, yeah, okay, that's the worst
At least I'm no one's son
Thank God for that!
You just might be one of those sons that turns into a fascist dictator
Yeah, instead of just another woman with no self-esteem
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