The Pressure

I met you for the first time

At the camp of the Left Youth League

You were a vegetarian

It tasted strange to kiss you

Maybe cause you ate different food

Than me at that time

And you asked me if I wanted to be your first

What a question for a seventeen year old boy

The only problem with the honorary task

Was that it came with a lot of pressure

A kind of pressure almost impossible to measure

For a seventeen year old boy

So of course I said yes

I was flattered by the trust you showed

By choosing me

We decided on a date

When you would come to my town

So it could happen

And you asked me if I'd done it before and I had

Yes, only once but I made it sound like a million

The only problem with the honorary task

Was that it came with a lot of pressure

A kind of pressure almost impossible to measure

For a seventeen year old boy

We tried to do it in the forest

I tried to make it good

We tried to do it on the floor but

I guess the pressure was too hard

So I asked you if you could sleep over

So we could relax and then try again

The only problem was that you had to call home

And ask your parents if you could stay

A kind of question that was doomed to get a "Nay"

And they came in a car to pick you up