(Now you suck. We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well you may not like it but you better learn how 'cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies)
(Now you suck. We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well you may not like it but you better learn how 'cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies)
So how should I begin this?
I guess it started when you were with him
And how he never even took you out to dance
But did he fuck with any rhythm?
But now he's playing with your head
But did he ever make you cum?
Did he ever make you cry?
Do the wires in your mind get sewn together
Rubbed and severed by the heat
You don't know how long I could stare into your picture
And wish that it was me
I guess it's different cause you love him
But I've got an interactive
Sick and twisted imagination
And that's gotta count for something
(We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well you may not like it but you'd better learn how 'cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies
Get your face between my thighs)
I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep
Licking sweat off of your forehead
With your finger in my mouth
And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground
You should hear when you're not around
When it's just us horny poets
Who can't wait to write it down
And swear we were only being honest
Do you like these little sonnets
Cause I wrote them just for you
But how quickly they turn sour
So be careful who you screw
And never call
And I'm starting to suspect
You don't intend to do anything you say at all
(We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well you may not like it but you'd better learn how 'cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies)
[Sample from "Fuck Yourself" and "Sue Your Friends" by The Yeastie Girlz]
(All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind) x8
(Nu suge dig. Vi vil tale om sex, men vi er ikke tilladt
Godt du ikke kan lide det, men du må hellere lære, fordi det er din tur nu
Du spilder din tunge med halt undskyldninger og løgne)
Så hvordan skal jeg begynde denne?
Jeg tror det startede da du var sammen med ham
Og hvordan han aldrig selv tog dig ud at danse
Men vidste han kneppe med nogen rytme?
Men nu er han leger med dit hoved
Men han nogensinde gøre dig cum?
Har han nogensinde gøre dig til at græde?
Gør ledningerne i dit sind bliver syet sammen
Gnides og adskilles af varmen
Du ved ikke, hvor længe jeg kunne stirre ind i dit billede
Og ønske om, at det var mig
Jeg tror det er anderledes årsag du elsker ham
Men jeg har fået en interaktiv
Syg og snoet fantasi
Og at mĺ tælle for noget
(Vi vil snakke om sex, men vi er ikke tilladt
Godt du ikke kan lide det, men du må hellere lære, fordi det er din tur nu
Du spilder din tunge med halt undskyldninger og løgne
Få dit ansigt mellem mine lår)
Jeg drømte at jeg stod i døren
Licking sved fra din pande
Med fingeren i min mund
Og lyden når læderjakker ramte jorden
Du skulle høre, når du ikke er i nærheden
Når det er bare os liderlig digtere
Hvem kan ikke vente med at skrive det ned
Og sværger vi kun være ærlige
Kan du lide disse små sonetter
Årsag Jeg skrev dem til dig
Men hvor hurtigt de slå sour
Så vær forsigtig med, hvem du skrue
Og aldrig kalde
Og jeg begynder at mistænkte
Du behøver ikke agter at gøre noget, du siger overhovedet
(Vi vil snakke om sex, men vi er ikke tilladt
Godt du ikke kan lide det, men du må hellere lære, fordi det er din tur nu
Du spilder din tunge med halt undskyldninger og løgne)
[Sample fra "Fuck Yourself" og "Sue Your Friends" af The Yeastie Girlz]
(Alle ved dig selv, sittin' alene
Jeg håber, vi er stadig venner, ja, jeg håber du har ikke noget imod) x8