It's so hard to show your hear to those you love,
To reveal all these emotions you command.
And when expressing your true feelings, store bought gifts might seem appealing,
But they lack the depth of something made by hand...
So I made you this monkey... This genetically altered monkey.

It's only slightly venomous, and it seems mostly tame.
And it can fling it's glowing poo that on impact burst in flames.
I made you this monkey...

I was nervous about how you would react.
Would you reject my love or would you fill this void?
But your expression says it all
and with each happy tear that falls
upon your cheek, I must admit I'm overjoyed...

That I made you this monkey. This genetically altered and venomous monkey.

He's got infrared vision and antennae that sense fear,
And a scorpion tail with poison barbs protruding form his rear,
But he's mostly a monkey.

That's right! Go run and play!
He's been in that cage all day!
His body flushes lactic acid so he never fatigues
And from his tear ducts he can spray
The toxic blood of your monkey...
Your venomous, genetically altered, and almost-tame monkey.

(Did I mention the poison barbs?)

It's so hard to show your hear to those you love,
To reveal all these emotions you command.
And when expressing your true feelings, store bought gifts might seem appealing,
But they lack the depth of something made by hand...
So I made you a monkey...
So I made you a monkey...