put your moustache, a little closer to my own,
lets pretend, that those stretch marks, haven't grown..
I'll show the man, on my knees,just what he's grown
and you can tell , your dad so sweetly, he'll have to know.................

whisper to me, tell me do you have one too?
can I be holding me, the way I hold you?
though live is blind, my twisted mind says I know
my dad will cry, my mom will die, they'll have to know

put your moustache, a little closer to my own,
lets pretend, that those stretch marks, haven't grown..
I'll show the man, on my knees,just what he's grown
and you can tell , your dad so sweetly, he'll have to know.................