It is always the beginning
Do not know what to say
When they show sinning
Not the way myself sway
More about that winning
When I walk my own way
Your approach with that sexuality
Playing the erogenous percussion
As you impose in my impartiality
Would prefer the good discussion
That is just my personal speciality
When they squeeze that cushion
Their wet eyes beg maybe
As I speak of string theory
‘No strings attached baby‘
As they misread my story
Not taking my gun to that range
No meats on the market to share
Then they say I’m so very strange
When I do about it not really care
I’m for a one night talk exchange
Cries the ruined orgasm is not fair
Would penetrate the mind
In the way myself do swing
That is the funs of my kind
Comes without all the cling
They are then a bit disappointed
When I willingly turn them down
Thinking I am someone anointed
But it is all for the glorious crown
Not because of some book I read
But because the path I am shown
I prefer quantum mechanics
As they wonder what I mean
On to biophysical dynamics
As they watch my body lean
No reproductive gymnastics
I like to keep my mind clean
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It is just how it is
Not really a diss
You know it miss
Maybe a wet kiss
So miao-miao in
Then my love win
If you understand
Why a steady hand
Why I take the stand
Protecting my brand
