It's all an open center
  Opens up and lets the wind lift him away
  It doesn't have to feel water
  It's just a place that feels right with him
  Kinda like the way you're breathing
  I kinda like the way you keep looking away
  Would you like to glide on
  Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard's dick
    There's a shyness found in reason
  Apprehensive influence swallow away
  You seem to feel abysmal take it
  then you're careful grace for sure
  Kinda like the way you're breathing
  Kinda like the way you keep looking away
  Would you like to climb on
  Climb on my six inches and go down on Maynard's dick
    Took you out in the back of the toolshed
  Put it right on top of your forehead
  Took you out in the back of the toolshed
  Now you know what you're fuckin with... Maynard's dick!