Lyrics:

The river where your legs meet
Sprouts wings and runs and crawls
And kicks and now speaks
The feelings I get now are close, but I doubt
That they could ever compete
I remember drinking Kool-Aid
And it's odor and its taste
And drinking 7-Up to get well
A picture of Jesus as an Indian over my bed
And playing with parts of my self

Aah, uuhh, aahh, I'm cumming
I'm cumming

And now you're so forgiving
And now you're so forgiving
And now you're so forgiving