I got no game.
I have not mastered the art of talking about sex while not talking about sex
The back and forth tennis match of erotic word play.
I got no game.
Nothing on the tip of my tongue pleases the ladies.
All my lines are too short.
My rhymes seem too forced.
It all seems rehearsed.
I don’t know when to stop and when to start.
When to speed up and when to slow down.
I got no game.
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