You talk to me of safe sex,

I’m not sure what you mean.

I don’t see how a condom

will stop me getting keen.

Your looks are drop-dead gorgeous,

you know how to give the eye

but when it comes to baring my soul,

I’m feeling rather shy.

Another notch on your bedpost

is not what I am for,

if I’m just one more conquest

I’ll not walk through your door.

 

If you really cared for me

you would take the time

to find what I am all about,

what really makes me rhyme.

I’m not talking ever after but

I could drown in your liquid eyes,

dissolve inside your hunky arms,

surrender more than is wise.

So you got a negative result

from your recent blood test.

Is that one of your chat-up lines?

Does it really help girls undress?

 

You think you have all the answers

against pregnancy and disease,

what of the danger of falling in love

and being brought to my knees?

What do you mean, I’m hard work?

We only just met tonight,

you thought I’d do it outside in the cold

for the price of just one pint?

Your kisses are amazing,

I can’t deny the truth

but at last now I understand

you want sex on the hoof.

Go try it on with somebody else,

oh, I see you already are!

I, meanwhile, am off to the loo,

it seems you unfastened my bra...