Pervert At Large

Creeping in the bushes, spying on old ladies
He’s a trembling psycho
Fingering his wallet, drooling like a baby
Waiting for the homos
Prancing all around in a garter belt with panties
Remembering the Catholic school girls
Rope and leather handcuffs hanging on the bedpost
Ready when he’s home from work
Nipple clamps, a gold cock ring
A ball gag muffles up the screams
He brings them home, he tries so hard
But they always seem to leave
Pervert at large
He’s sitting counting numbers, hands on clock move backwards
Sweating in a suit and tie
Magazine is open, Touch Of Pleasure circled
The number’s burning in his mind
Humping up and down in a garter belt and panties
Thinking of the Catholic school still
She’s in the hallway, gives it up and smiles
She pretends she’s Daddy’s little girl
Rubber skivvies, prick in hand
He’s got four fingers up his ass
He’s sick of hanging out at bars
'Cause they never understand
Pervert at large