| Nervous and excited with all these thoughts running through your head
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| Lying awake in bed
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| Ever since a teen wondering when you’d finally catch a smell
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| But what if you go to hell?
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| So speak up and have your say
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| Yes you’ve got the pressures of being straight
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| For years just wondering what it’s like on the other end
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| But you’re worried she won’t peg
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| Tried a couple times solo but you never fully went
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| What if she leaves a dent?
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| But the worst thing you could ever do
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| Is deceive yourself, sexually untrue
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| Cause you’re not getting off on lies
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| Just tell her about that thing you wanna try
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| Where you twist it, stuff it, roll it to the floor
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| A universe waits behind that door
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| Dessert follows dinner but you’re still not fully fed
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| It’s not your kinda spread
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| Thought about that cold whip cream
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| And where you’d put it instead
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| So buttered, you might as well be bread
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| But the worst thing you could ever do
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| Is deprive yourself, pink turning to blue
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| Cause you’re not getting off tonight
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| Unless you tell her about that thing you wanna try
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| Where you pinch it, cuff it, slap it in the nose
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| And if you don’t know, well now you know
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| Now you know |