Asked my daddy when I was thirteen. "Daddy can you tell me what a lover really means?". His eyes went glassy not a word was said. He poured another beer and his face turned red. Asked my mother she acted the same. She never looked up she seemed so ashamed. Asked my teacher he reached for the cane. He said "Don't mention that subject again". (Read about love) I read it in a magazine. (Read about love) Cosmo and Seventeen. (Read about love) In the back of Hustler Hustler Hustler. So I know what makes girls sigh. And I know why girls cry. So don't tell me I don't understand. What makes a woman and what makes a man. I've never been to heaven. But at least I've read about love. My big brother told me when I was fourteen. It's time I showed you what a lover really means. Girls like kissing and romance too. But a boy's got to know what a man's got to do. He gave me a book the cover was plain. Written by a doctor with a German name. It had glossy pictures serious stuff. I read it seven times then I knew it well enough. (Read about love) And now I've got you. (Read about love) Where I want you. (Read about love) I got you on the test bed test bed test bed. So why don't you moan and sigh?. And why do you sit there and cry?. I do everything I'm supposed to do. If something's wrong then it must be you. I know the ways of a woman. I've read about love. Well well well. When I touch you there it's supposed to feel nice. That's what it said in reader's advice. I've never been to heaven. But at least I've read about love