Keep It In The Family
It seems a little nasty but it's true,
Last night while I was making love to you,
I was thinking of another,
And that other was your mother,
Who I slept with back in 1992.
I think it's fair to say that I was mad,
And bonding with you bordered on the bad,
Yes, I cannot help confessing
Our caressing was distressing
As I'm pretty sure I'm probably your dad.