It's all an open center,
Opens up and lets the wind lift him away,
It doesn't have to feel the water,
It's just a place that feels right with him.

Kinda like the way you're breathing,
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,
Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick.

There's a shyness found in reason,
Apprehensive influence swallow away,
You seem to feel a bit more, take it,
Then your careful grace for sure.

Kinda like the way you're breathing,
Kinda like the way you keep looking away,
Would you like to glide on
Glide a mile six inches at a time on

Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick.

Took you out in back of the toolshed,
Put it right on top of your forehead,
Took you out in back of the toolshed,
Now you know what you're fucking with...

Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick,
Maynard's dick.

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