Tell the lens, this is science

Tell the lens, this is science

I don't want you to catch me
in the kitchen with the camera.

I boil peas whilst smoking
watch the ceiling for sweat.

Picture me with a pitta pocket
wide open as a clam maw

and then swinging into a car parks
to clip red corsas.

I don't sleep with my mouth open
which is a problem for porn

but slip me a soundtrack,
and I am stunning.