How do you cool your lips,
after your brother's kiss?
How do you face your dad,
after the body bliss.

How do you turn your eyes,
from Dad's romantic glare?
How do you keep the truth,
from the ones you see everywhere?

Your mom really should have known
that one time when she came home.
Saw the longing in your eyes,
your sensual goodbyes,
by the kiss when you embrace,
the excitment on your face.
She should see,
you have a secret life you live,
in truth can be,
Incestuous.

How do you clean your skin,
after your uncle's touch?
How do you tell your aunt,
about your uncle's crush?
How do you clear your name,
after you tell a friend?
How do you teach your heart,
it's a crime to be in love with them?

I can see it in her family.
It goes back through their history.
I'm one of the chosen few
who sees through her and knows what's true.
I know the truth, I saw them touch.
I'm in too deep, I know too much.
I know that she had a
secret life she lives, in truth can be,
Incestuous.