Call you up, talk dirty on the line,
Phone sex, naughty visions drifting in.
Touch yourself for me,
Tell me how good it feels.
/
Can I make you cum from the other end of the cord?
Keep touching yourself, harder now.
/
Perverse to most,
Yet beautiful in it's own.
Thought up by the lonely,
Used up by the horny.
/
Call me up, talk perverted on the line,
Phone sex, late night escapade.
I'll touch myself for you,
And tell you how good it feels.
/
"What are you wearing?"
"What are you touching?"
"How good does it feel?"
"Are you cumming yet, baby?"
/
Touch yourself to the sound of my voice,
Yes, it must please you greatly.
I'll touch myself to your gentle moans,
Words take the place of contact.
/
Perverse to most,
Yet beautiful in it's own.
Thought up by the lonely,
Used up by the horny.