You don't help me baby, I don't need you
Don't need the fat layer of your skin
Your awkward body, the nerve of your shaky breast
Your liquefied greasepaint
This spaceship is dirty since you left me
I'm alone in an indoor Caserta beltway
I hurdle and back-dive, then I pole-vault onto my bed
I'm laying, but not relaxed at all

Don't know how it started
But I know how it's going to end
I grab myself, close my eyes
I roll over: Leela is here
I rub myself, undress her
I capsize, immobilize her
I pull and release myself
I watch and slap her
No, Chewbacca: not now

The scratching at the door, a distant whine
I yell out, make the fur fly
Indecent, wet ravines, getting faster, inexorable
I retry, I land on her again

Don't know how it started
But I know how it's going to end
I grab myself, close my eyes
I roll over: Leela is here
I rub myself, undress her
I capsize, immobilize her
I pull and release myself
I watch and slap her
Jump to Hyperspace: now

Bad habit, self-pleasure or desperate loneliness
As they used to say, back in the times of the Empire
But now, in the future this is my "love"
And I will abuse myself once more