"Go away! I can take it no more!
Don't you dare to come back! Do not call!
'Cause you make me feel like a whore,
Like the most wicked bitch of them all!

You pervert! Your one joy in life
Is to watch little girls as they cum!
And for that you deserted your wife
And your children, your friends and then some!"

When I love you, I whispered, I love
All your pleasures and pains like they're mine.
When you're cynic I put them above
My morality, my space and time.

Yet I never defile little girls,
Never drug them, seduce them or -- worse --
Never give them as presents to friends.
These are not in my style; they are yours.

Yes, I may be perverted or sick
As I pick the wrong time, the wrong place
To pull an abusive old trick
With my mirror: reflect your own face.