Johnny Depp Watches Me At Night: A Crude and Tasteless Piece

It's late at night
My parents are sleeping
Around this time
My hands start creeping

The house is silent
The time is late
My body is tingling
This feels really great

As my body gets ready
And my fingers go in
There he is on my wall
He's watching me sin

I look in his eyes
So dark and intense
It's just a poster
But it makes no difference

It's already too late
Not much left to go
I don't want to stop
So I'll put on a show

What do you think?
Am I a whore?
Or should I go again?
Do you want to see more?

Just don't preach
Don't give me advice
It could've been worse
He could've been Christ.