You had it all arranged How our life would be Problem is, you never asked Or consulted me We'd share your life Your loving man at home Forgetting that
I'm gunna' be a slut! I'm gunna' be a slut! I'm gunna' be a slut! I'm gunna' be a slut! The older that I get, The less I want to settle down The older
We've made it into the doorway We've made it up the stairs We've made it into the bedroom Where I'll take you by your short curly hairs You start to take
He's not a lover He's not a one night stand He's someone in between To lend the occasional hand Not much in common But a physical attraction We only rendezvous
With a mirror in your hand Lay down on your bed Throw your legs in the air And see what's around the bend Take a good long look At the buried treasure
I saw the billboard and thought of you Low hanging balls, round and smooth I don't smoke, ain't gonna start Just 'cause they made public a private part
Against all odds, we appear Grew up brainwashed, But turned out queer Bunsplitters, rugmunchers too We screw just how we want to screw Hello, hello, hello
Denny picked me up, Denny did me He's got a tattoo of his dick on his belly It was double vision, disorienting Denny's kind of a dorky fella Denny's dramatic
Wish I could turn on my light And read my village voice But layin' next to this beached whale I haven't got the choice He looked good at the time I must
You'll probably get sweaters Underwear and socks But what you'd really like for Christmas Is a nice hard cock You deserve a cute boy Who's horny and queer
Summer shorts on a lawn of green Smooth tan legs and what in between Touch your knee, slide up your leg Pull your shirt off over your head This is where
The summer you let your hair grow out Hope hung heavy in the air The summer you let your hair grow out I thought you and me could get somewhere Working
He´s thought about it for a long long time About being attracted to his own kind He´s ready to take those fantasies And make them into something
Crowded night, rock and roll bar The band is playing loud with roaring guitars The crowd is dancing madly, slamming in the pit I´m rubbing shoulders
Pansy Division 7" Lookout 69 (c) 1992 FEM IN A BLACK LEATHER JACKET ----------------------------- I don't like macho, put it away Doesn't appeal to me
Two California valley boys The very best of friends They used to go on dates with girls But now they don't pretend After trying to deny it They went ahead
Cute drunk boys in gay bars All the trouble they cause They come onto you so bold Get them home they pass out cold You go to sleep, they start to snore
I've never been in anything like this before We take off our clothes before we're in the door Eight hours of work is especially tough When three times