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
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
In 3D The clit was mapped architecturally To the world's surprise It was found to be ten times its size
We can come to understand Worlds of pleasure in our hand Study up and come with me The clitoris will be set free