Lyrics
Words can be sex,
Sex can be words,
So when was the last time you were heard?
You see, I'm a semantic romantic and words are my ecstasy.
Oh, my ears are just teeming with anticipation,
Waiting ever so patiently for your participation.
So pull up a chair with yourself in the middle,
I'm about to make your you-know-what skittle.
Look at me and tell me what you see.
Now, strike that because looks aren't all what their cracked up to be.
Instead close your eyes and concentrate on the sound of my voice...
Go ahead close them, I'm giving you no choice.
Relax, I'm not gonna' talk dirty honey,
Someone one else is doing that at 1-900-Takin'-your-money.
So sit back, relax, take a load of your feet
You have no clue with what you're about to meet...
My chords...feeling the sweet tingle of blowing air,
Caressing them ever with care.
So steady, so cool...
My mouth is watering like I'm about to take a bite
of something sweet, ripe, hard, and succulent
Now didn't that work tast good because it should.
The back of my tongue stroking the back of my teeth
s's-s-s-s-s-s-right about where those s's creep
I see a slight smile on your face
But let me tell you about the next place.
Here is where it gets rough, brace yourself this is going to be tough.
Your chords start slapping back and forth while those moans
are coming out and north. Starting to grunt, punt, stunt that
sound the root of your tongue abounds. It's hittign the roof and going high,
I just saw you touching your thigh.
Your parts are going into a frenzy with the biting, blowing, caressing, bounding to
the climatic finale...SEX...SEX...SEX...can you hear it...SEX.
So like I said words can be sex, sex can be words.
When was the last time you were heard.
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