I'm Not Using You for Sex
by Julian X  /  multimedia  /  6 Dec 2007
Down at the bar Saturday night,
scopin’ out the sweet girls all ‘round.
Dollar beer as I check out the sights,
ask if the seat next to you is taken.
A little smooth talk,
I don’t look down at your breasts.
I listen to your bullshit like a friend,
see that’s how I pass your test.
You see I’m not here for sex
so you buy me my next round,
and four beers later,
we’re headed to your house.
I treat you like a person
and you think I really care.
It’s round ‘bout midnight
when I finally win
and hear those magic words:
“Are ya hungry?”
Baby, I’m not using you for sex
I’m just usin’ you for food.
‘Cause when you’re a poor boy
who grew up like I did,
there’s two bucks in your wallet
means you gotta scam a meal.
By one, we’re eatin’ lasagna –
got enough here for four or five,
scarfin’ it down on the couch
like it’s all that’s keeping me alive.
Yeah, you know that I’m from the hood.
And this playa, he’s gettin’ the goods.
And you know, when we go to sleep after,
you’ll be the one upset at no sex.
When you asked me I just told you
‘bout a broken heart an’ shit like that.
‘Cause this playa got what he came for:
he is sleepin’ full tonight!
Your eyes are like strawberries
and your ass like two pies.
You may just be a piece of meat to me
but I don’t care ‘bout your thighs.
Baby I’m not usin’ you for sex (no no no)
I’m just usin’ you for food
When they said they looked like watermelons,
they sure weren’t lyin’.
Ask a woman for a b.j.
and she’ll never want to give in.
But tell a woman that you’re hungry
and she’ll leap to make ya smile.
They just want a caring man
and that’s just what I am.
‘Cause when you’re a poor boy
who’s had more lays than meals,
when your stomach’s like a plague,
you gotta do whatever you can.
We’re not talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ laid;
we’re talkin’ ‘bout survival.
So, baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex
I’m just usin’ you for food
You may just be a piece of meat to me
but I don’t care ‘bout your thighs.
Baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex
I’m just usin’ you for food
You may just be a piece of meat to me
but I don’t care ‘bout your thighs.
Now baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex
I am using you, but only for food
Baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex
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