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Bo Burnham Sexting

[Chorus]
Sexting (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh)
It isn't sex, it's the next best thing
Sexting
Ayy, ayy, AT&T

[Verse 1]
I am in bed; I am ready to go with you
Tonight, I'm thinking of taking it slow: We'll use—
Emojis only; we don't need phonetical diction
We'll talk dirty like we're ancient Egyptians
You send me a peach (Ooh), I send a carrot back (Ahh)
You send a Ferris wheel; that's pretty abstract
I send back a ticket stub, implying that the Ferris wheel's your body and I'd really love admission to it (Ahh)
Oh, no! What if, now, you think that I'm implying your vagina is as big as a Ferris wheel? (Damn)
You send back a snowman
Crisis averted (Thank God)

[Chorus]
Sexting (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh)
It isn't sex; it's the next best thing (Next best thing)
Sexting
Ayy, ayy, AT&T

[Verse 2]
No more emojis; now, it's on to words
I ask what you're wearing; you reply, "A shirt"
You say, "Are you naked?" I say, "Yeah, except for a top hat"
You say, "lmao," but I doubt that
I'm getting hot at just the thought of what I'd do to you
'Cause in my head, I'm in your bed and getting through to you
They made the internet for nights like these (Nights like these)
I love you, baby; send a picture of your tits, please
[Chorus]
Sexting (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh)
It isn't sex; it's the next best thing (Next best thing)
Sexting
Ayy, ayy (We are sexting) AT&T

[Verse 3]
You send the pic and say it's now my turn
Jesus f..cking Christ, I guess I never learn
My phone's flash is my only light, and
The flash makes my dick look frightened
I chicken out and send a picture of my face instead
Because my dick looks like the baby from Eraserhead
You say, "I sent my titties, that's not fair" (That's not fair)
So I send it to you, and then my phone dies

[Outro]
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
(Pussy) Another night on my own, yeah
(Titties) Stuck in my home, yeah
(Balls) Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah


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