Itโ€™s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,
You traced constellations down my thigh,
I donโ€™t have much money but Iโ€™ve got the time,
And a playlist full of songs that make consent rhyme.

Baby, if youโ€™re gonna love me, learn the anatomy,
Respect and rhythm, thatโ€™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 donโ€™t mind that I put it in rhyme,
How wonderful life is when we both come on time.
โ€จBoy, if youโ€™re sculptinโ€™, start with clay that talks back,
Iโ€™m not your statue, Iโ€™m the thunderclap.
Your hands on autopilotโ€”recalibrate,
Thereโ€™s a map right here, just communicate.โ€จโ€จThe sunโ€™s been quite kind while I wrote this refrain,
Now itโ€™s dripping in glitter and feminist rage.
So excuse me forgetting, these things I do,
Equalityโ€™s sexyโ€”now sing it too.

You can tell everybody, this is our song,
Half candlelight, half neon, both of us strong.
I hope you donโ€™t mind, that we put down in words,
How wonderful life is when pleasureโ€™s heard.