Wet the Bed

There’s no monster under her bed,
It’s beneath her sheets.
When she’s laid down to sleep, she moans.
Wet yourself against your dreams

In the hush of night she starts to writhe,
Denying the thoughts that dirty her mind.
But her angst will still continue to climb.
(Let the sandman touch your body…)
Drift off into your pleasant film
And let your fantasy breathe,
A man without a face touches every seam,
In your triple X celluloid fantasy.

Wrap your legs around your pillow,
Thrash against your sheets.
Claw your mattress as you froth from your moans.
Wet yourself against your dreams.

Lay your hand to rest, deep inside your panties...

Don’t wake just yet, the nights not over.
Indulge in the last hour of guilty pleasure
Enjoy this night and return the favor
(Let the sandman have his way with you…)
Let your eyes sift from the Rohypnol
Your mind wanders while your body get’s weak
Feel yourself begin to release
Watch from sleep as you dampen your sheets

Lay your hand to rest deep inside your panties,
Let you soak amongst yourself in the best of your dreams.
There’s no monster under her bed,
It’s beneath her sheets.