Every single time every little lie
Every smile with your face white
Think of what your dad would say
If he knew where you'd been today
Maybe he'd grab the belt for old time's sake
And maybe you'd bend over cos you want it bae
And you'd cry, let him think he did his job
But it's really cos you're wishing that the belt was his co*k
You can't help it discipline gets you off
Take advantage of the shame while you're hard