kwik star doesn't sell condoms Lyrics

Turns out, Kwik Star doesn't sell condoms

I'm on my way, pit stop in Urbana

All my friends are saying that I shouldn't want ya

But it's fun, playing poker with karma

I pull up slow just trying to kill some time

So out of character for me to be here tonight

But I got that feeling in my chest I did something right

I think my confirmation is that gorgeous smile

I'm nervous never done this before

I'm here are you gonna open your door

Found what to use my matching set for

Not long and you've got it on the floor

And once we're done, I just want you more

You feel so good what we waiting for

Take three, so much to explore

I want more, more, more

Black hair, brown eyes, arm sleeved with tattoos

Empty apartment, you're about to move

We sit on your couch, I'm nervous to touch you

Your hand on my thigh, I wanna do what you wanna do

Black chain in my face, we're in your bedroom

Your hand on my neck, I just wanna feel you

Five minutes later, I'm moaning for you

My hand grips the sheets, I can't get enough of you

Turns out, Kwik Star doesn't sell condoms

I keep this in mind and stop in Urbana

It's been a couple of months, I know I shouldn't want ya

But it's fun, playing poker with Karma

I pull up quick, I don't want to waste no time

I'm trembling with excitement for tonight

And I got this feeling in my chest that this ain't right

But I ignore it all when I see that gorgeous smile

Not nervous cuz I've had you before

I'm here are you gonna open your door

Found what to use my matching set for

Not long and you've got it on the floor

And once we're done, I walk out the door

Can't get caught up and want you more

This the only thing you want me for

Can't take three there's no more to explore

Black hair, brown eyes, arm sleeved with tattoos

Empty apartment, you're about to move

We sit on your couch, I'm nervous to touch you

Your hand on my thigh, I wanna do what you wanna do

Black chain in my face, we're in your bedroom

Your hand on my neck, I just wanna feel you

Five minutes later, I'm moaning for you

My hand grips the sheets, I can't get enough of you

It turns out that Kwik Star doesn't sell condoms, no

It turns out that Kwik Star doesn't sell condoms, no