When I look in your eyes
I get this feeling so strong
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
Why can't everyone just be more honest
Society's on it so I hear
It brings me frustration when I can say what I want
Not what I mean
I've got the perfect analogy
You'll have to bear with me but it won't take long
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
Sometimes something seems so perfectly honest
So poignant it catches at my seams
If days were several times long then I could say what I want
And what I mean
Without resorting to simile
So please pre-excuse me 'cause this might sound wrong
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
When I'm inside your room I lose my thoughts too soon
From one year to the next, from September to June
When I'm inside your room I lose my thoughts too soon
And it will never end, just like this f*cking tune
I can't wait
Only anticipate
While you sit there
Fiddling with my hair
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
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When I look in your eyes
I get this feeling so strong
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
Why can't everyone just be more honest
Society's on it so I hear
It brings me frustration when I can say what I want
Not what I mean
I've got the perfect analogy
You'll have to bear with me but it won't take long
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
Sometimes something seems so perfectly honest
So poignant it catches at my seams
If days were several times long then I could say what I want
And what I mean
Without resorting to simile
So please pre-excuse me 'cause this might sound wrong
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
When I'm inside your room I lose my thoughts too soon
From one year to the next, from September to June
When I'm inside your room I lose my thoughts too soon
And it will never end, just like this f*cking tune
I can't wait
Only anticipate
While you sit there
Fiddling with my hair
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
I get this feeling so strong
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
Why can't everyone just be more honest
Society's on it so I hear
It brings me frustration when I can say what I want
Not what I mean
I've got the perfect analogy
You'll have to bear with me but it won't take long
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
Sometimes something seems so perfectly honest
So poignant it catches at my seams
If days were several times long then I could say what I want
And what I mean
Without resorting to simile
So please pre-excuse me 'cause this might sound wrong
It's crude but here we go
You give my heart a hard-on
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
When I'm inside your room I lose my thoughts too soon
From one year to the next, from September to June
When I'm inside your room I lose my thoughts too soon
And it will never end, just like this f*cking tune
I can't wait
Only anticipate
While you sit there
Fiddling with my hair
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
You know who I am, I'm not that vulgar
Usually pretend I'm so much older
This portrayal is not who I want to be
I'm so sorry for my immaturity
Writer: Arthur Bachini
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