Geni(tal)cide

In the beginning when I said I fancied you
To be quite honest it was strictly true
With a gorgeous face and fantastic body too
I promised I’d do anything you wanted me to
I didn’t realize at that time
That I was just another in your line
Of conquests; experiences, call me what you want.
What was the point.

And you don’t know what it’s like
When you’re going out with the village bike
To talk to you is a point to sore When considering those you’ve had before
And all that I’m thinking when we kiss
Is how many know where your birthmark is
My frustration is fit to burst
When you say you can’t recall who was your first.

It’s selfish what you’re doing
It’s not your own life that you ruin
To play it safe, you’ve got to concede
To keep your libido firmly on its lead.

In this age it’s far too dangerous
To be sexually promiscuous.
Simply having sex for the sake
One false slip could be a fatal mistake.
Air hostesses, plumbers or chamber maids
No one can tell who has or hasn’t got aids

Until it’s far too late.

You don’t seem to realize
The reputation you’re gaining in everbody’s eyes.
It isn’t flattering, it’s got to be said
The rumours have started, they’re starting to spread
There’s no harm in having a bit of fun
It don’t mean every bloke you meet has got to give you one/some
It’s a road to disaster down which you are heading
Cos you don’t know what else you might be spreading.

It doesn’t take much saying
It’s a dangerous game you’re playing
Of all the things you could abuse
Your body is the worst one you should use

The clap or TV
Gonorrhoea, hepatitis B,
Syphilis or herpes
You could be home to any one of these.

With everyone that you ride
You involve them with your suicide
Just kill yourself is the thing to do
At least you won’t take anyone down with you.