It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,
You traced constellations down my thigh,
I don’t have much money but I’ve got the time,
And a playlist full of songs that make consent rhyme.
Baby, if you’re gonna love me, learn the anatomy,
Respect and rhythm, that’s the real alchemy,
Forget the roses, I want education,
Foreplay as communication.
You can tell everybody, this is our song,
Half sweet piano, half filthy bass drop strong.
I hope you don’t mind that I put it in rhyme,
How wonderful life is when we both come on time.
Boy, if you’re sculptin’, start with clay that talks back,
I’m not your statue, I’m the thunderclap.
Your hands on autopilot—recalibrate,
There’s a map right here, just communicate.
The sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this refrain,
Now it’s dripping in glitter and feminist rage.
So excuse me forgetting, these things I do,
Equality’s sexy—now sing it too.
You can tell everybody, this is our song,
Half candlelight, half neon, both of us strong.
I hope you don’t mind, that we put down in words,
How wonderful life is when pleasure’s heard.
