Social Distortion - Rotersand

Won’t you soothe my ardent hunger?

My flesh is longing to be relieved by your skillfull touch

Come on my friend, it is time to receive

What you’ve been fantasizing about in your most feverish dreams

Hurry now and taste the scent of my heat

Blended with the the fiery steam of your desire

Let our bodies immerse in my boundless realm of passion and joy

Soon you will cast aside your wimpy objections

And release the bonds that keep you tied to your moral crutches

What are you waiting for?

there won’t be a second chance

No power in the world can replenish the loss of a chance that’s been missed

My mind — so shy

My throat — so dry

My tempts prolong

My pride — so strong

My will — so weak

My lips can’t speak