He says she's far too sexy to cuddle

And she's far too cute to lay

The trail of lip gloss

Stained on his neck

Was left during foreplay

But sincerely no evidence

That they were together

He denies the event

That she holds so dear

To her, the memory is everything

And she clings so desperately

But he's scoffing to the public

And later, in the dark

When neither can see features

They're pressed against the mattress

But he swears

She's far too sexy to cuddle

And she's far too cute to lay