Let’s not beat around the issue here,
I’ve got sex on the mind.
But I ain’t ever been too fond of fuckin’ for fuckin’s sake,
sure I want to grab your wrists, ‘n hold you down,
sure I want to know the taste of your skin,
for you ‘n I to leave bruises we have to hide or blush about in the mornin’,
but that ain’t nothin’ without a bit of contrast,
‘n I ain’t one for overexposure.
How about’s you ‘n I up the saturation a bit,
I’ll write poetry about you,
you ‘n I make love,
you ‘n I run each other ragged,
‘n we leave it at that?
