IT WAS OVER (Kev’s Lamet)


I remember back on our very first date

In the back seat of your car

You wanted me to go all the way

But I wouldn’t go that far

I wanted you to hold my hand

You wanted me to hold your dick

And when you accidentally brushed my tit

You just blew it and cum in your paints

And it was over

Before it began

I’ll never forget the strain and the sweat

As you fumbled with my gear

A hundred degrees with the windows wound up

So my Mum and Dad couldn’t hear

Tryin’ your best to unzip my dress

And unbuckle my bra with one hand

And just when you thought you were doin’ all right

You cum in your paints again

And it was over

Before it began

Blouses and buttons and bras and buckles

And “Stop it, I’m getting cold”

First time you’d had a tit in your mouth

Since you were nine months old

You had lovers’ balls and I had no idea

Of the pitch of your passion and pain

Tryin’ to stay cool with you knackers on fire

You cum in your paints again…oh, shit…and again

I wouldn’t give and you wouldn’t go

And we couldn’t seem to agree

I got the giggles and you got the shits

Then you wouldn’t talk to me

And when we made up and we started again

My Dad banged on the roof and yelled:

“What are you two kids up to in there?”

And you sit in your pants as well

And it was over

Before it began

You hear people say that they’d love to go back

And do things that they did in the past

But if you reckon they were the real good old days

You can stick ‘em right up your arse!

‘Cause when I look back how you came and you went

With a smile on my face I recall

How you, you had a prick of night

But your undies had a ball

And it was over… Before it began

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