Cold Whip Cream

Nervous and excited with all these thoughts running through your head
 Lying awake in bed
 Ever since a teen wondering when you'd finally catch a smell
 But what if you go to hell?
 So speak up and have your say
 Yes you've got the pressures of being straight
 For years just wondering what it's like on the other end
 But you're worried she won't peg
 Tried a couple times solo but you never fully went
 What if she leaves a dent?
 But the worst thing you could ever do
 Is deceive yourself, sexually untrue
 Cuz you're not getting off on lies
 Just tell her about that thing you wanna try
 Where you twist it, stuff it, roll it to the floor
 A universe waits behind that door
 Dessert follows dinner but you're still not fully fed
 It's not your kinda spread
 Thought about that cold whip cream
 And where you'd put it instead
 So buttered, you might as well be bread
 But the worst thing you could ever do
 Is deprive yourself, pink turning to blue
 Cuz you're not getting off tonight
 Unless you tell her about that thing you wanna try
 Where you pinch it, cuff it, slap it in the nose
 And if you don't know, well now you know
 Now you know