If it weren't for your maturity, none of this would have happened.
If you weren't so wise beyond your years, I would've been able to control myself.
If it weren't for my attention, you wouldn't have been successful.
And if it weren't for me, you would never have amounted to very much.
This could be messy, but you don't seem to mind.
Don't go telling everybody, and overlook this supposed crime.
We'll fast-forward to a few years later, no one knows except the both of us.
And I have honored your request for silence, and you've washed your hands clean of this.
You're essentially an employee, and I like you having to depend on me.
You're a kind of protégé, and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me.
And I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian.
I know how you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it.
What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance it seems so obvious?
Just make sure you don't tell on me, especially to members of your family.
We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse.
I wish I could tell the world 'cause you're such a pretty thing when you're done-up properly.
I might want to marry you one day, if you'd watch that weight and keep your firm body.