Birds And The Bees Lyrics

Curious me
Asking to leave it all out on the table
So, you can tell me the truth
And not another fable

Learn it in school
Remember the fool is the one with his hand raised high
So, why do the things that I like make me shameful?

And now hold sweet Jesus on high
I promise that I love her til the day that I die
How come I can't make her just as happy?

Competant dude
An ignorant prude
Try one in the same
Your pride is keeping you quiet
And her with another guy

You'll never get me high
You'll never get me high
You'll never get me
You'll never get me

Simple enough
It's love and it's tough
But the other part's easy
No, it's not
It's rough
What other secret's ya keeping?

And now hold sweet Jesus on high
I promise that I love her til the day that I die
How come I can't make her just as happy?

You'll never get me high
You'll never get me high
You'll never get me high
You'll never get me
You'll never get me

So why do all the songs that he sings
Bring her closer to the shivers then the love that I bring?
Why can't he make me just as happy?

It's hard to believe
The birds and the bees were missing that human touch
While I'm being honest
She's getting off easily

You'll never get me high (x7)
You'll never get me
You'll never get me
High