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