Pourvu Qu'elles Soient Douces

Your sideways glance, not at all lewd
Your mom spanked you too much
Your taste for the unexpected isn’t perverse
And your baby isn’t a pain

Your kama sutra is way out of date
My God, that’s so old-fashioned
The ultimate in this scene
Is loving both sides

Your majesty never moves
Without your little pillow
Forever I’m your only class
Everything’s just ready to pay

You make A's and O's behind your work
Like my little pants
Standing tall and facing away, not losing heart
Nights filled with your obsessions

You insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet
You’ve only got the moon in your head from a poet
You’re knocked out by my curves

You insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet
You’ve only kept a dumb look from an aesthete
Everything’s beautiful if seen from behind

Prose or poetry, it’s all just an excuse
No need to apologize
Musou and j'airi, my little butt
Keep inspiring you

I make A's and O's, never get tired
Out of love to impress
Shouldn’t youth be spent
What’s the point in rushing

And you insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet
You’ve only got the moon in your head from a poet
You’re knocked out by my curves

And you insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet
You’ve only kept a dumb look from an aesthete
Everything’s beautiful if seen from behind

And you insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet
And you insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet
And you insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet
And you insist on not giving a damn
But as long as it’s sweet