Lyrics of 'Not Allowed' by TV Girl

Now you suck!
We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well, you may not like it but you better learn how 'cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies

So how should I begin this?
I guess it started when you were with him
And how he never even took you out to dance
But did he fuck with any rhythm?

But now he's playing with your head
But did he ever make you cum?
Did he ever make you cry?
Do the wires in your mind get sewn together

Rubbed and severed by the heat?
You don't know how long I could stare into your picture
And wish that it was me
I guess it's different 'cause you love him
But I've got an interactive
Sick and twisted imagination
And that's gotta count for something

We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well you may not like it, but you'd better learn how 'cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies
Get your face between my thighs!

I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep
Licking sweat off of your forehead
With your finger in my mouth
And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground

You should hear when you're not around
When it's just us horny poets
Who can't wait to write it down
And swear we were only being honest

Do you like these little sonnets
'Cause I wrote them just for you
But how quickly they turn sour
So be careful who you screw
And never call
And I'm starting to suspect
You don't intend to do anything you say at all

We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well you may not like it, but you'd better learn how 'cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies

All by himself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind