V - Pretty Soon You'll Be Found

Stir up my tinkle
Move onto my chest
Don't make a simper
It's inside my breast

Slurred in my aorta
Shot in the back of neck
Smother the slumber
Smartened with smallpox

Don't make a sound
Don't scratch the ground
The trust in you're bound
Pretty soon you'll be found
Don't let out your hound

Put your hand in a bee hive
Through the times you're mine
I know you hate to hitch-hike
But the road goes on for miles