Girl, Interrupted

Just as knowing music won't make you a fine musician
 Knowing sex won't make you a fine lover either
 Cause making great sex,
 like making great music,
 takes effort
 and practice
 Makes perfect sense to me
 But it all depends on how the other person tends to be
 Especially with ultra sensitive tendencies
 She wasn't meant for me
 It all stems from the-
 Deep down need for a chick whos always honest
 Wanna fuck? Let's fuck
 No strings attached, promise
 Hahaha
 "I want you to know all about me."
 So the words is crawling out
 She jar analogies between inner thighs and dinner time
 Dima taps and tap a dimes
 As if she didn't mind sipping slime
 Like minute maid or orange crush. It torments us
 We hide behind the performance of
 Award winning puppetry, poetry, mockery, debauchery
 It's more plastic than tupperware
 She fluffs her hair around to one side of her neck
 Looks to me and says
 "If you want to feel my breasts, it's all right."
 I thought might, might this test be of some sort?
 Is there someone else watching she's putting up a front for?
 A jealous ex-herbivore, peeping from the distance?
 A scaredy cat killer with a leaf in his suspicions?
 Hahah nahhh, promoters only pack these venues with geeks
 Maybe the crazy bitch is a genuine freak
 Just trying to get her name in the Behemoth album liner
 "Look between my legs at my vagina."
 Girl interrupted, skirt lifted up with a disturbing smirk
 As she opened up the curtain to her *moan*
 The most pervert-est discussion that I've had in weeks
 I grab her by her tatt'd sleeve, and her scarred up pencil thin wrist I softly clutch
 As we're walking up to the rental whip I think I'll call her bluff like
 What would you say to me if I just said to you
 "I want you to take special interest in my genitals"
 Ohhhh shit
 "Are they large or small? Touch them."
 What then? Yours or mine fraulein? You borderline, with a rip cord for a spine
 So I'mma pull the string and watch you recoil
 You so greasy that you probably bleed oil
 But that's some other shit
 So what if it's you just want someone else who you can suffer with
 A motherless daddy's little girl who covers with one hand to shut me up
 The other reaches into my pants. I'm thinking out loud
 "Feel my penis in your hands."
 She squeezes it expands, kinda like my ego
 Which performs better under pressure right-in front other people
 She mutters something evil
 Pops the cap and as the lipstick twists I hear " six, six, six "
 She says "Sex Dez, Sex" and with her stick shift grip she lines me up
 Like a stepped on gram as if with eyeballs sidekick I get her breasts on cam
 Yo, yo Steve you getting service?
 "Now, insert it."
 Said the beast to the vixen
 We weave through positions
 Like a school of hills
 Her attention fueled appeal
 Starts to get fuzzy and the more it blurs
 It becomes more clear that you're to her
 What she's to you, some temporary sort of cure
 And just as that thought occurs
 You realize you the same person you talk shit about
 When out this chicken's mouth
 "How wonderful this feels."
 But only one of you reveal the truth when you rambled
 Sounded like the samples and bad touch example
 Huh, I even let her call me Daniel, but now I know
 That really I'm the only guilty one
 With no one to blame but my filthy tongue
 But I wanna keep her as a fan so I just wait until she's done
 "Ride my penis build your pleasure, feel me, and let your pleasure come."
 Call me