You'd think by now I'd have learnt my lesson,
I've always found my teachers depressing.
Before I know it she's on her knees,
And I'm on mine, begging her 'stop this, please!'
You're round here again,
But I don't think you ask for much.
Obviously cold,
Obviously cold.
We got caught up in a situation,
Her lips squeezed tihgt, she kills the conversation.
Wouldn't you know it, she's cocked her knees,
Take off that dress and hand it to me.
You're on your back again,
But I don't think you're deep enough.
Obviously cold,
Obviously cold.
Stop, don't stop
Stop, don't stop
