VERSE 1 Lights down Light a candle, romance is all around Manhandling time, but before you pound The final step is find the soundtrack You need the perfect music To truly set the mood But it's just background noise You're focused on the screw CHORUS 1 The song you're plowing to, I wrote it I'm pretty proud of how it plays I'd rather it not go unnoticed Before you spray that mayonnaise Enjoy the tune Then I'll be gone Just wait to copulate until later Please don't have sex to this song VERSE 2 Okay Realize I'm interrupting you getting laid But this song - it took a lot of effort to get made So just take a break from fucking to appreciate it You want to lick their fun parts A ticket to tongue town Well, I want to (the lick) Your bodies up and down CHORUS 2 This wasn't meant for fornication It's kinda weird you chose it at all Just need a little affirmation Don't give me musical blue balls Just pull out It's less than 5 minutes long You wouldn't last as long as the song did Please don't have sex to this song BRIDGE Make no deposits, please pause it You can no pants dance if you actually dance No downstairs pleasure until the last measure No edging or cumming if a melody's humming (no cumming, no cumming) No guts rearranged during the key change CHORUS 3 I have a lot of personal issues A ton of insecurities My music being unrelatable People not listening to me On top of that Nobody's doinked on my dong If I can't get some, screw you, neither can you Please don't have sex to This song is getting way too meta How can this song contain a scene Where someone listens to *this exact* song, which hasn't been released at the time of recording this, so I'm creating a scenario that can only exist by recording this so - fuck it 'Cause deep down You know it's wrong To drown this out with boning, groaning, moans Please don't have sex to this song END Yeah, my other music is fine yeah Just not this specific one Oh, you hear that bass line? Yeah, took a while to write Woah, woah, woah - pull that out of there! We still have thirty seconds left! You little hungry hungry hippos, you! Yeah, right? This is nice. Hey, hey, hey hey STOP that. NO. NO fucking. Oh, sorry, Sax, keep playing. My bad. I should've communicated more clearly. That's - That's on me, that's on me. And that's the song - oh! Oh, you started fucking right as it ended. Oh. Okay, I'm -I'm just gonna go, I shouldn't be here.