Let's Talk About Sex (There's More To The Song)

[Punch it, Hurb

Yo, I don't think we should talk about this

Come on, why not?

People might misunderstand what we're tryin' to say, you know?

No, but that's a part of life]

Come on

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Let's talk about sex, baby

Let's talk about you and me

Let's talk about all the good things

And the bad things that may be

Let's talk about sex

Let's talk about sex

Let's talk about sex

Let's talk about sex

Let's talk about sex for now to the people at home or in thecrowd

It keeps coming up anyhow

Don't decoy, avoid, or make void the topic

Cuz that ain't gonna stop it

Now we talk about sex on the radio and video shows

Many will know anything goes

Let's tell it how it is, and how it could be

How it was, and of course, how it should be

Those who think it's dirty have a choice

Pick up the needle, press pause, or turn the radio off

Will that stop us, Pep? I doubt it

All right then, come on, Spin

CHORUS

Hot to trot, make any man's eyes pop

She use what she got to get whatever she don't got

Fellas drool like fools, but then again they're only human

The chick was a hit because her body was boomin'

Gold, pearls, rubies, crazy diamonds

Nothin' she ever wore was ever common

Her dates heads of state, men of taste

Lawyers, doctors, no one was too great for her to get with

Or even mess with, the Prez she says was next on her list

And believe me, you, it's as good as true

There ain't a man alive that she couldn't get next to

She had it all in the bag, so she should have been glad

But she was mad and sad and feelin' bad

Thinkin' about the things that she never had

No love, just sex, followed next with a check and a note

That last night was dope

Let's talk about sex, baby (sing it)

Let's talk about you and me (sing it, sing it)

Let's talk about all the good things

And the bad things that may be

Let's talk about sex (come on)

Let's talk about sex (do it)

Let's talk about sex (uh-huh)

Let's talk about sex

Ladies, all the ladies, louder now, help me out

Come on, all the ladies - let's talk about sex, all right

(repeat)

[Yo, Pep, I don't think they're gonna play this on the radio

And why not? Everybody has sex

I mean, everybody should be makin' love

Come on, how many guys you know make love?]

CHORUS

Spinderalla cut it up one time

What we have here is subject to controversy

A three-letter word some regard as a curse, see

He may fiend and have a wet dream

Because he seen a teen in tight jeans

What makes him react like that is biological

The people gettin' in those jeans, it's diabolical

But of course he does it, and she gives him rap,

and before you even know it, they jump in the sack

As a matter of fact, sometimes it's like that

But anyway, ready or not, here he cums

and like a dumb son-of-a-gun, oops, he forgot the condom

"Oh well," you say, "what the hell, it's chill,

I won't get got, I'm on the pill"

Until the sores start to puff and spore

He gave it to you, and now it's yours

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