Holiday Lyrics

What is your first recollection of your father?
Is it the summer you went to first family holiday?
You and your mother went sightseeing, while father went for something more.
He was after the special magazines.
Lolita Love, Incest, Children love, Lolita color special,
kinder orgy, skoleborn, and whatever he could find from sleazy small shops.
Was it your first time when you realized you got something special between your legs?
When your father made you watch all those pictures of smiling young girls, spread all around pages of those small magazines.
They looked so happy, holding their fathers or uncles cocks in their hands.
Blowing or licking.
Or just exposing their slim bodies to mr. photographer.
This is how we pay this holiday, he explained.
You are so important.
And your mother was well aware of this. Accepting, giving the support.
Already counting the cash she needed.
And you wanted to make them feel proud.
You didn't want to break their trust.
Is this the first real memory of your childhood?
At the office of the Danish brothers, proudly standing in front of your dad.
Watching the throbbing buldge in his jeans, waiting for instructions.
They knew you will be hit. Another sensation waiting in their catalogue.
Another North European girl to be remembered 30 years later by thousands of fans, who give anything to touch your tender flesh like seen on those pages.