Peccadillo

Peccadillo
Driving in my pick up truck
Having some picking up to do.
We call ourselves Johns
Because we´re to embarrassed
To say who we really are.

Some of us are holy when
We choose who we want.
It isn´t far fetched from the
Laws of our self created God.
Getting the itch in my pants
I drive endlessly through the block
To find my perfect trick,
To scratch my itch.
I want them young and sweet
So I can show them my meat
But first I must give them some sweets.
Behind is where I want to be
Because of the captain in me.
Nobody must notice,
Nobody must know
I´m perverted and the world
Must not know