Dada

We're not so different - you and I.
I spy that you rely on approval to justify your life
And lie with your mouth and lie with other women
Destroy the trust you barely earned to begin with
Burn the bridge that took you to the promised land
And promise two hands you'll be their man.
Tell me what's your plan.
Tell me where you hide your golden idol.
Is it in the bridal gown you spurned or the eyeful of mounds
You yearn for and sell your soul for?

I thought the family jewels were somewhere in a bank, Dada
But you showed me they're in the flank, Dada
In thighs, chests, flesh pressed, and breasts
I find my sign, the family crest