HERS
the boys they give me a-tten-tion
when they say stay i want to come
although my super-ego says best run
it seems we know this son of a gun
'cause though i tingle and i blush
a bit confused with this hot rush
there's something in me that can see
i'll soon be back upon my knees
well it's alright not bad in fact
this waiting for another smack
that's sure to come were he to see
the place my lips next wish to be