Robbing The Cradle

Since the day of eighteen past
My mind's been led astray
Next page enters twenty-one
Now counting everyday
Paranoid of growing old
Though something's never change
Just grown a little more insane
But deep down I'm still the same

Marry type with rugrats you know that just not my style
You can bet on where you'll find me
Cause there's something about those young girls drives me
wild
It drives me
wild

Sexual experiences counted on one hand
Young and firm and yet to learn the many abuses of man
Soon realize, between the thighs
The exclamation point
You're prime soul under my control
So physically we join

Absolutely no conception of how I manipulate you're mind
Feels so sweet between the sheets
There's something about that young blood drives me
wild
It drive drives me
wild

Wild
Wild
Crazy
Crazy…..