Gentle but You Weren't

I used to think about playing' guitar
And now I just listen
With girls, just push and it gets there
As soon as hit puberty, go
Take what comes, ugly is okay too
Take what comes, ugly is okay, too
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
With Erica, you were on someone’s brother’s bed
Pothead Mormons, listen
A flower covered comforter
Blue ground
A drum kit in the corner of the room
Bass drum like a bulldog
And a couple of sleeping flaming cymbals
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Love came, like viscosity filling a tube
And you killed it with a bunch of thrusts
Right in the middle, you had to leave
The second time, she was better
Oh, it’s boring, so boring, so boring
Oh, it’s boring, so boring, boring
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Gentle, but you weren’t
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah