Eat You Out

«Major Thomas, seems as though you’re straying the course away from your
coordinates.»
«Mission Control, this is Major Thomas reporting back. We have full throttle
failure. Just sort of hovering around the outer rim.»
«Roger that, Major Thomas. You know the protocol.»
«Yes. Copy that, Mission Control.»
Making out in your room
You take off my clothes
You take your clothes off too
You put a record on and you lock your door
I am certain I won’t be able to perform
You fingers running through my hair
I nervously whisper into your ear
Can I eat you out?
Oh let me eat you out
Maybe lay back for awhile
And let me eat you out
There’s nothing really worth talking about
I’m just feeling really nervous
So can I eat you out
While I try to figure out what to do with myself
'Cause right now I’m as soft as a puddle made of felt
«Godspeed, Major Thomas.»
So lay back
Lay back
And let me eat you out
I’ll go downtown
I’ll dip my fingertips
Please don’t look at my dick
I’m on my knees
I’m here to please
It’s all I know to do
I’m too scared to fuck you
But I like you a lot
And I think you’re so hot
And I swear that I’m the one
Wish I could say that I was drunk
But I’m stone cold sober
Tonight starts over
You are all I need
If you let me
Eat you out
Let me eat you out
Eat you out