-=Adapted from Every Rose Has Its Thorn - Poison=-
They both lie silently still in the dead of the night
While the pages stick together, he wanders what its like inside
Is he grasping his head and squeezing a bit
making sperm just come out right
Guess he's thinking about her, as he cums... and I guess thats why they say
Every teen needs his porn
Just like every night, has his horn
Every playboy, makes a small todger long
every teen needs his porn
Listens to his favourite song playing on the radio
With a stiffy on plays a game of easy come, or so he hopes
then he wanders, will he know
what it's like to touch her tits
god knows that he'd do queers right now if he could just find a hole somehow
Every teen needs his porn
Just like every night, has his horn
Every playboy, makes a small todger long
every teen needs his porn
though it's been a while now
He could still go again
use a knife to scrape clean the duvet
but the stains, them stains will remain....
solo
I know I could have saved his sheets that night If i'd known what to say
Instead of using kleenex He just let it squirt away
And his duvet was brand new, if I'd thought ahead I woulda bought two
his duvet's crusty on one side, to see it cuts me like a knife... i guess
Every teen needs his porn
Just like every night, has his horn
Every playboy, makes a small todger long
every teen needs his porn