Lyrics of 'Too Repressed' by Sometymes Why

I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my dress
I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my dress
Oh good luck to you
I met those boys from a bluegrass band
At a bluegrass jam out in no-mans land
They played so sweet and they sang so high
When they turned up the heat I just had to cry
They were 6 in all and they stood so tall
Dressed in Sunday best I could take no rest
I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my dress
I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my dress
Oh good luck to you
Well if I was single well you know what I'd do
I'd go to the boy with his eyes so blue
I'd kiss his cheek and the fun would begin
My knees would go weak when he'd pull me in
And I'd take him back to my hotel bed
We'd go all night till he kills me dead
I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my dress
I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my dress
Oh good luck to you
Oh you named your band after a horse to ride
I wanna ride you take you inside
I'm still stuck with these all night blues
You made me an offer I can't refuse
He said come back to Virginia we'll make love all night
Till the Sun comes up oh I'll treat you right
Oh I'll treat you right
I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my, can't take off my dress
I want to fuck you
But I'm too repressed
I want to suck you
But I can't take off my dress
Oh good luck to you
Good luck, good luck, good luck
Good luck to you, good luck, good luck
Good luck to you
Good luck to you