I'm Not a Child

What do you think
Do you think I wasn't up
here standing sex to you
I mean come on
If I my jeans were any lower
you could see my rise, yeah.
If you don't get in my bed this time

Let me make it perfectly clear
I'm not a child
Its OK to nail me
I'm so sick and tired
so freakin sick and tired
of beating around my bush

Look at the clouds
The things are almost falling out of it
what more do you need
Do I need to stand here naked with
arrows pointing at my pubic bone.