You’re a What?!

I’m a virgin, so what.

I’ve tried to feel ashamed.

But I just don’t want you as much

As you seem to want in my pants.

So, I can’t feel ashamed.

I’m a virgin, but…

Maybe I’m too good for you.

Maybe I’m too good to lose it in the back seat of your car,

While Evans Blue plays on the radio,

And your hands venture downward to explore

Where it makes me nervous.

You make me nervous.

So, I think that it just wasn’t meant to be.

And I know, there will always be some other girl

With a zipper, more welcoming

For you to slide down and slip your fingers in between.

Find and enjoy her.

Because I’m not putting out.

I’m a Virgin.

Fucking tease. You are

Way too confusing; you dominate my thoughts.

I’ve tried to get rid of you.

But I can’t shake you off at all.

So I think my brain hates you.

Thinking that I could score a fuck.

I didn’t.

I didn’t.

So I’m sorry I put you off.

…Fucking tease. With you,

I couldn’t help being forward.

And there is not some other girl

I look forward to knowing.

What’s more is, I thought we clicked.

And I know you felt that too.

I thought there was

Some chemistry when you were

Begging me to kiss you.

Did I make you nervous on our date?

Did I make you sweat and chill?

When our breaths were intermingling,

Did you want to suck your fill?

And, as I stuck my finger in you

And, as you made that little noise

And, as you squirmed to move away

Did, you think I had a choice?

I wanted to fuck you!

…But it wasn’t meant to be.

I won’t hound you for a second date.

Because, you’re a fucking tease.