See a young girl so soft and blonde 
Doesn't attack me but she did me once 
Intoxications in her veins 
Sweet young boy plays with her brain 
Lydia bring it to life 
Put his hand on her thigh 
Ability have now been ripped 
Take it away I'd rather sit 

Sweet children 
Sweet children 
Sweet children 
Remember when? 

Johnny's playing fun and games 
Or else he's hitting the storage shed 
Running form the light of day 
Meybe lie and celebrate 
Funny circus from his head 
Follow me if you understand 
I'll trick her so she'll do it 
Then I sing and now we run