Aright, lets talk about sex—
but before I go any further I think its best I apologize
because I refuse to swallow my words—I’d rather aim for your eye
because I’m tired of all this talk, all this boasting about how getting off is your expertise
when really you fellas should be aiming to please.
And ask any lady here and she will agree that
you boys need some schooling, a.s.a.p.
Because I met this guy back in 2009
that got me back to his room after a bit too much wine
I’m only kidding, it was after the vodka and shots of tequila
that had me aching for his vine.
We were lying on his bed, lips moving, no words being said
when He pulled away and whispered “ohh baby you’re rocking my world”
and you know what..I made him leave,
made him feel like he had a fucking disease
because boy, if your world is rocked by my lips
honey, you can’t handle these hips.
And if you got to ask “uhh was that alright?”
then you know you got it wrong
because when it comes to my men
I don’t need you to be nice; don’t need you to be polite
because I’m the type of women that needs to be handled
to be thrown, pulled
and for the noise we make to cause a scandal
through the dorms and down the road
I need to feel is from the inside of my eyes
to the tips of my toes.
So next time we’re at the bar
and you’re feeling like yours is a super star
you better slip something in my drink
before you approach me and my words make it shrink.
