Testosterone Blues

the sexual urge is a torturous curse
don't make your life better, makes everything worse
I'll be doing my thing and enjoying my day
when it springs up from nowhere and won't go away

like, I walk down the street just content in myself
when along come's a bod oozing sexual stealth
and though I know without doubt that their charms are a farce
my head still turns round to check out their arse

love's not about grinding
I don't want to cum
for I have become a testosterone bum
so if you don't like lusting
and use drugs to un-screw
then you should get your pollux castrated too