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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS