Peculiar
Knock, knock, I knock the door People tell me what for I state that I try to claim a wish through a pray They replied, it's just a morality play
I down on my knees
I freeze, I squish,
I see a man masturbate with a soap dish
It's so odd and sometimes fraud
That man called sex for god
Knock, knock, I open the door
I remember tipping my foot on the floor
We did it once before
Similar, peculiar,
I know you're a fucking liar
Knock, knock, I slam the door You called me whore I called you loser But, we know that we're reflecting love to each other