Sexting

Sexting

It isn't sex, it's the next best thing

Sexting

AT&T

I am in bed, I am ready to go with you

Tonight, I'm thinking of taking it slow

We'll use emojis only, we don't need phonetical diction

We'll talk dirty like we're ancient Egyptians

You send me a peach, I send a carrot back

You send a ferris wheel, that's pretty abstract

I send back a ticket stub, implying that the ferris wheel's your body

And I'd really love admission to it

Oh no, what if now you think that I'm implying

Your vagina is as big as a ferris wheel? (Damn)

You send back a snowman

Crisis averted (Thank God)

Sexting

It isn't sex, it's the next best thing

Sexting

AT&T

No more emojis, now it's onto words

I ask what you're wearing, you reply, "A shirt"

You say, "Are you naked?" I say, "Yeah, except for a top hat"

You say, "LMAO", but I doubt that

I'm getting hot at just the thought of what I'd do to you

'Cause in my head, I'm in your bed and getting through to you

They made the internet for nights like these

I love you, baby, send a picture of your tits, please

Sexting

It isn't sex, it's the next best thing

Sexting (We are sexting)

AT&T

You send the pic and say it's now my turn

Jesus fucking Christ, I guess I never learn

My phone's flash is my only light, and

The flash makes my dick look frightened

I chicken out and send a picture of my face instead

Because my dick looks like the baby from Eraserhead

You say, "I sent my titties, that's not fair"

So I send it to you, and then my phone dies

Another night on my own, yeah

Stuck in my home, yeah

Sitting alone

One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah

Another night on my own, yeah

Stuck in my home, yeah

Sitting alone

One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah

Another night on my own, yeah

Stuck in my home, yeah

Sitting alone

One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah

(Pussy) Another night on my own, yeah

(Tits) Stuck in my home, yeah

(Balls) Sitting alone

One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah