Let's Fuck

I ain't one for no social graces I ain't one for no high-toned places I don't care for no finer things I ain't got no watch I don't wear no rings I just like to hang out in my truck Say hey, why don't you join me And then let's f*ck? We can f*ck until we cannot f*ck no more We can f*ck until we knock the paint clean off the door We can f*ck until we cave that door right in We can keep on fucking 'Cause fucking ain't a sin Now I have been told That sometimes I act too bold And it has been said I'm thinking with the wrong size head But I know I could show you a better world If you were my girl... Let's f*ck We can f*ck until we cannot f*ck no more We can f*ck 'til we knock the fucking paint off the fucking door We can f*ck until we cave that fucker right on in We can f*ck and f*ck and f*ck 'Cause fucking ain't a sin They say you mess with the bull You get the horns Someone might get sick Someone else might get born But I wear a raincoat So I keep real dry Fucking won't kill me, and if it does What a way to die I ain't one for no social graces I just like to see their shocked, scared faces I don't care for no finer things Unless you mean ranch dressing on my buffalo wings I just like to hang out with my duck Well, that was a stupid rhyme Nevermind Let's f*ck