A dorsal vein
The size of two fingers
Half above the surface lingers

Should he embrace your morals or your lover?
Covered in honey and sheathed in rubber
We are air
We are everywhere

Trapped inside the cookie jar
If he gets out, he won't get far

He needs your compass and you need his direction
Wake up darling for your morning inspection

Should he caress your significant other?
If he does it again, will you do his brother?
We are air
We are everywhere