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'' Now I'm Heavily Into Repression ''
My ears are burning,
My stomach's churning,
I cannot fulfil her desires,
This lady I know is not for turning,
We men are such terrible liars.
My name is mud,
I claimed I was a stud,
But in reality I couldn't last long,
She's claiming now I'm a bit of a dud,
In a monastery is where I belong.
What can one do?
It's perfectly true,
We males have to do all the work,
Nothing would happen if we left it to you,
It didn't you moronic jerk.
We feel such strain,
When you say again,
The pressure is on us to perform,
From overdoing it we have to refrain,
Don't believe any port in a storm.
It never fails,
Slagging us poor males,
We but strive to do our best,
Sometimes we can't hit those highest scales,
It's hard to perform on request?
I had her screaming,
The sheets were steaming,
This was the ultimate session,
Then she cried out you're bloody dreaming,
' Now I'm Heavily Into Repression '
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`` Now I`m Heavily Into Repression ``
`` Now I`m Heavily Into Repression ``
