The clitoris
It's been a mystery
The clitoris
It's my anatomy
The clitoris
Much more than you can see
If you get to know it, you can get to know me.
In the days of old
Man's form on pedestals
But girls less than ideal
We were not taught to feel
Then into the Dark Ages when witch hunts were all the rage
The key to see if she's a witch or not lies right between her legs
‘Cause if you see the mark of Satan
then you know there's no mistakin'
she's been taken desire
Throw her on the fire
Fear inside
Pandora's Box
opening wide
Sinful seat of delight
Earthly pleasures hidden far out of sight
The clitoris
It's been a mystery
The clitoris
It's my anatomy
The clitoris
Much more than you can see
If you get to know it, you can get to know me
Learned men of science
Still some would deny it
Anatomists' dissections weren't enough for them to buy it
The few who did uncover it
Would argue who discovered it
This excavated treasure, the source of woman's pleasure
Then Dr. Freud came along
Told me I was doing it all wrong
I need to graduate the way I masturbate
From the clitoral to the vaginal
Did he know
What goes on inside that hole
He couldn't see
All stimulation happens clitorally
They say I'm frigid and cold and I need to be controlled
Or that I'm too hot, demented, disordered, hysterical
Or that I'm crazy or lazy too mild or wild and baby
They get to decide what's natural and factual
Even doctor's textbooks
Yes, they would forget it
The clit they would omit and really not even regret it
So scientists set out
To find out all about
This old orgasmic mystery and settle any doubt
The clit was mapped architecturally
To the world's surprise
It was found to be ten times its size
The clitoris
Shouldn't be a mystery
The clitoris
It's my anatomy
The clitoris
Much more than you can see
If you get to know it, you can get to know me
We can come to understand
Worlds of pleasure in our hand
Study up and come with me
The clitoris will be set free

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