lay a mister or my fingers, leaves my inners just as sound
it makes me phony, the males i wanted in my bedroom no longer count
cum shoots out, i close my eyes, relief is made

it must have been lust, cuz it's over now
it wouldn't be good if it cost me an hour
it must have been lust, don't i know by now
if i go try to fuck then my life calls time out

make-believing i need sex for mental healthers, i call mark
cuz when my sex drive will burn for porno, i be scheming no jerk-offs
cuz when you're hard, in your brain, what's real's top-rate

it must have been lust, but it's over now
sex was all that i wanted, now i'll give up that vow
it must have been lust, don't i know by now
it merely comes and goes, it's nothing real, no

it must have been lust and it's over now
it wouldn't be good if it cost me an hour
it must have been lust, don't i know by now
that the drive to go fuck's just a drive to cum now