If I were a mad scientist

If I were a mad scientist
and I mean MAD...
I would do something to you that is bad, bad, bad...
I would restrain you onto my operating table
With all the bars and chains I had
Hook you up to my phobiagenesis machine
And bring in your jerk-face lover, Brad.
I would shove him in your face and press the button
sending painful electric shocks through your head
Then I would let you rest, when I take him away
While I look at you sweetly and tell you it's okay
And when you're comfortable and sleepy, just a tad
Without a word of warning, here comes Brad:
You'd scream and pee your pants and start crying for your dad
And after many repetitions I'm sure you would be glad
To agree that I am a much better lover than Brad

The End

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