Myystic

You may kiss the bridge
But never cross the bride
And you can see the kids
But they’ll always be mine

And you can look at my legs
But you can’t hold my thing
And all the questions that are begged
Never seem to stop beggin’ me

Sometimes I’m a mystic
Sometimes I’m a fish stick
And I beg to see the legs
And I beg to see the kids
And I beg all the answers to all my questions

And every time I look to God
A bug flies in my eye
And every time I look to you
Well you just start to cry

But I’m too scared
To look inside