I Shaved My Legs for You

I know something 'bout your family, enough to make your children cry. If mum

and Dad share genuine content then you should hear them scream at night. Don't

run away or call the cops, these are screams of pleasure. The fear and

necessity, you might not understand, but cannot measure. Behind a factory door

in Brunswick East is the horrible truth that Timmy's old man likes golden

showers. Behind a factory door in Brunswick East is the horrible truth, that

mummy cuts Daddy with a knife. I need a place where I can feel my best and

shave my legs and wear a pretty dress, away from adolescent surveillance and no

risk of desensitisation. There's a place around the corner that'll let you in,

just rock up late and pay the rent, where you can blur the lines of morals, but

just don't blur the lines of respect. Behind a factory door in Brunswick East

is the Horrible truth that Milly's old lady plays cats and babies. Behind a

factory door in Brunswick East is the horrible truth that Mummy and Daddy are

happy. It's usually something that you'd do, but you just, wouldn't tell anyone.