You've been tearing me up
for a week and a half.
I don't mean like in my heart.
I mean physically
You've been tearing me up
it's D-Day in my lady parts!
But as I'm begging for more
writhing around on the floor
I feel something deep inside
I never felt before!
Oh my God I think I like you!
Oh my God I think I like you!
It's scary but you send me
back on my heels!
'Cuz while I'm getting spanked
I can't ignore the feels!
But I say no, no, no!
This is just about sex!
And no, no, no!
Don't be such a girl Becs!
But then I feel the
oxytocin creeping back to my brain
and all I can do is sing it again...
Oh my God I think I like you!
Why can't I just focus on
getting a pounding, on the
business going on in my thighs?
But as my body's getting ruined,
like really trashed,
I only want to look in your eyes.
But then I'm upside down
next to my kitchen sink
and suddenly it's like
Oh my God I think...
I like you.
Oh my God I think
I like you.
My feelings get stronger
every day.
I'm like a little girl,
not in a role-playing way!
Are there condoms that can prevent
these feelings?
Is there spermicidal lubricant that can kill
the fluttering in my heart?
Is there an IUD
that can stop the image of
you and me
getting married on the hillside
surrounded by Ducks
and then we get into a rowboat...
OH MY GOD!
I think I like you.
Oh my God
I think I like you.
But I say no, no, no!
No, no no!
No, no, no!
No, no, no!

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