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(Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex education) Up in his bedroom he has locked the door The playground conversation was real hardcore. They arranged a meeting he is right on-time. Sees the instant message from his friend online. Belly rushing, cheeks turning pink. In a blink he would send the link The little box asks demand you're 18, With his click of the mouse passing the testing screen. He never had a little chat with his dad It weren't his mum who enlightened this lad It was "Indiana Bones and the Temple of Poon" "Saturday Night Beaver" and the "Sperminator 2" "Two Girls and One Cup", "One Man and One Cup" Some rag-head slut who's starved for a buck. Belly rushing, cheeks turning pink. And in the blink his friends have the link. Whether you like it or not, This is our sex education. [x2] He met her introduced by a mutual mate, Finally she agreed to let him have a date. He was mutton like lamb, she was lamb like mutton She was grateful for the staple in her belly button He was so new that he was confused So he used her the only way he'd seen how to. Truth is she was used to this abuse "It must be love" she wept tenderly bruised Now no popup books and no blushing teacher No parents and no angry preacher No cartoons and no diagrams Just fifteen girls and one lucky man. Once and all with the moans and the groans And the ex's filmed on the mobile phones so, No giggling and certainly no doodles Man, that last one looked pretty brutal! Whether you like it or not, This is our sex education. [x2] |