It always comes down to sex
Doesn’t it, baby?
It always comes down to skin
And sweat and love and pressure.
Why is escaping so hard
And giving in so easy?
I don’t mean to look sleazy
But I think it’s sexy
When you hesitate, hardly
Knowing what to do when I call you baby.
We’re both under pressure;
Who ever knew power lied in skin?
We obey our covetous skin
Submission used to be so easy
I can feel the pressure
But replace it with a mashing of double helix.
Don’t you want me, baby?
The lyrics ram into me, hard-headed.
I never knew I could play this card.
Don’t call me a sinner
Don’t call me baby
Don’t call me easy
Why is it wrong to want sex?
I’m about to explode from all the pressure…
I can feel you against me, pressing
Into me for the first time, the last time, it’s hard to tell
I feel your sex
I envelop your skin
Forgetting you with ease
And replacing your name with “baby.”
Don’t bury your regrets, let’s bathe in them
Just another scandalous press release
It’s not as easy as it looks
Pretending to play hard-to-get
When you know you want more than his skin
But you always find a way out during sex.
This section of the woods is off limits to maybe’s.
I’m just asking you to ignore the pressure you’re wanting
Even though it’s hard to want anything but easy.