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letra de sex = pressure - the o [bklyn]

when i was 15 years old i met this little catholic girl
a little plaid skirt, tie and a shirt
i shampooed with pert and inserted a cert
hopin’ eventually inside her that i could spurt
i walked up to her, i talked up to her
we fit like a glove then we was in love
but although we was in it, we had never done it
and she said that she was eager to get down to the fun bit
so one night when her mother wasn’t over she said to come over
she was drinkin, she said to get closer
she wanted service but i was so nervous i ended up as soft as a smurf is

s-x = pressure

see i had counted every year, month, hour, minute
’till i could get up in it
that once it was over and done with my stizzy became gettin’ busy, fazziz me
but then the problem became that i was so excited that it could only last two or three minutes
no matter how hard i tried to fight it
to be a longer-lastin lover, i started thinkin’ bout my mother, grandmother and even my brother
baseball, garbage, white walls, some big, fat, ugly, sweaty guys b-lls
what i once strived for to the utmost
i was now trying to make boring or gross
but it didn’t seem to help ’cause after a time she started to whine
askin’ “when i’ma get mine?”
and i said, “i’m tryin!”
but it didn’t seem to matter cause’ her patience was to short to measure
that’s when i slowly realized that s-x wasn’t just all about pleasur
in fact… yo!
s-x = pressure

now i’m a man, fully grown, wanna slam, i wanna bone
but i got two heads they seem to disagree one wants to stay home and watch tv
while the other wants to see his sperm flyin’ free
all these maybes they make my brain freeze
and these girls want more babies then george bush wants to pave trees
and i’m thinkin’ even if i get the phone number how in three months i’ma have to go and dump her
then come the tears, extra money for beers
so much d-mn talkin’ might as well tape the cell to my ears
getting ambushed outside your apartment by hysterical girl fears who seem to have more drama then a hundred king lears
man screw that, who that, who want that?
pete, bob, matt, jim, phil, dave or gil?
even if she’s on it then still you gotta take a more bitter pill, for real!
and so it’s not a girl in leather or someone named heather
it’s your freedom that you should treasure
now ya know… yo!

s-x = pressure

- the o bklyn

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