Lyrics from Deflowered

RECIPROCATE

Sex is a two-way street, but some people ignore the obvious, even when it's literally staring them in the face.

When I have you on my mind
I'm always lying on my back
But when we get together
I'm unhappy in the sack
Cause all my desires
And wild anticipation
Seems to wilt away
In continual frustration

Cause if you want to be serviced with a smile
You gotta reciprocate
More than every once in a while

Cause all work and no joy
Means I'll be looking for another boy
All work and no joy
Means I'll be going down on a different boy
Reciprocate, reciprocate
Unless you'd rather go home and masturbate
Reciprocate, reciprocate

At the dinner table
You were vegetarian
But you smiled and said that you became
A carnivore in bed
But the evidence I've seen
Does nothing to support that claim
All the effort's so one-sided
And that's totally lame

Cause if you want to be serviced with a smile
You gotta reciprocate
More than every once in a while

Cause all work and no joy
Means I'll be looking for another boy
All work and no joy
Means I'll be chowing down on a different boy
Reciprocate, reciprocate
Unless you'd rather go home and masturbate
Reciprocate, reciprocate

GROOVY UNDERWEAR

A most wholesome (and safe) fetish.

Tight briefs on your sexy butt
White fabric surrounding your nuts
Bike shorts put it on display
You're wearing it to the left today
Sweat pants clinging to your crevice
Boxer shorts for easy access
I'm digging your

Groovy underwear, groovy underwear, ooh, ooh
Groovy underwear, groovy underwear, ooh, ooh
It's so groovy

Jockstrap showing off your cheeks
Movin' in for a closer peek
Running shorts, thin as paper
Barely dressed, nearly naked
Pulled down around your ankles
I'll make you spill out like an oil tanker
All because of your groovy underwear

Stretched tight, so hot
I've come, I've shot
My turn now to get you off
What a collection of skivvies I've got

Skimpy little G-string
Hardly a stitch covering that thing
Tucked into that little pouch
Straining hard to get out
Barely hold you once you get throbbing
Let my hands go fishing around in
Look what I found in your groovy underwear

You sure know how to please
Let me give those buns a squeeze
What fine cakes, what fine batter
Any second now I'm gonna splatter
All over your groovy underwear

ANONYMOUS

A specific incident reveals a larger truth. Incident in question occurred at a Fastbacks show in San Francisco, 1/29/93.

Crowded night, rock and roll bar
The band is playing loud with roaring guitars
The crowd is dancing madly, slamming in the pit

I'm rubbing shoulders with a guy
I'd love to rub more with
I'm dancing gleefully at the edge of the fray
Here he comes again, in a ricochet my way
Bodies packed together in a tight fit
He swings his butt around and I'm grabbing it

Going one on one
Guys won't accept your touch
But they will gladly take it
When it's anonymous

He lingers long enough to feel my hand on his ass
I grabbed his dick a couple times as he bounced past
He keeps returning to the spot where I stand
I'm sure by now he knows that's another guy's hand

Then he bumped into me and yanked my crotch real hard
As he danced away, I was so turned on
I tried to dirt with him before he left the club
He just looked blank at me, he didn't want to know

A guy had made him hot, but he would not admit
Face to face that he was getting off on it
To cop a feel, a sneaky kind of joy
A moment of connection with another boy

FLUFFY CITY

Though much of this song could apply to any urban gay mecca, L.A. is the most egregious example.

Feel like I landed on another planet
Of clones with gym tits as hard as granite
Body fascists rule this land
Where can I find a flat-chested man?

Feel out place and so alone
Amidst the hairspray and cologne
Attitude cuts you like a knife
Ken dolls on steroids come to life
In the fluffy city

The Santa Monica Boulevard scene
Poodle hair and sausage jeans
The "International Male" store
The mannequins and customers are interchangeable

Makes me want to get a Revolver
The whole place puts me in a Rage
In a town full of out of work actors
The whole world truly is a stage
In the fluffy city

Met a guy, what a joke
He touched his hair and it broke
Conversation was a strain
He crossed his legs and crushed his brain

Teal tank tops everywhere
Cigarette smoke choking the air
Underneath they might be deep
But I have met so many creeps
In the fluffy city

JAMES BONDAGE

Chris' song about his ultimate fantasy: to date Sean Connery, circa 1975.

James Bondage is a man I know
I picked him up pumpinp gas up on Castro
I knew he was the one for me
Grey temples and a little paunch
Looks like he jumped out of the pages of Honcho
I knew he had his eyes on me

Back to his bedroom
For a little role play
You know by now
I know that it won't be a dull day

James Bondage, James Bondage
He's got me tied up and held as a hostage
Gonna nibble, gonna bite
Gonna turn out the light, James Bondage

James Bondage with the handcuffs tight
I swear to god I'm gonna get it tonight
Oh I know that he's got plans for me

On the kitchen table, on the bed
Strapped to a four-poster giving him head
Oh yeah! This is the life for me

Down to his dungeon
For a little session
With his whip in hand
He's gonna teach me a lesson

James Bondage, James Bondage
He's got me tied up and held as a hostage
Gonna lick, gonna suck
Gonna tell me to... James Bondage

007 inches
A Goldfinger up my ass
I wonder how much longer
Is he gonna last

James Bondage, James Bondage
He's got me tied up and held as a hostage
Gonna lick, gonna suck
Gonna tell me to... James Bondage
Gonna lick, gonna suck
Gonna tell me to fuck, James Bondage
Yes sir!

NEGATIVE QUEEN

Life's too short to waste time on petty, nasty people.

He thinks he's Oscar Wilde, but he's Paul Lynde
Can't say anything good about anything
He flips his cigarette with disdain
You've failed to live up to his standards again
He's a negative queen, he's a negative queen

He reads all the latest magazines
He's quick to follow, but thinks he's in the lead
He was there and you weren't
You're out of it, you're not current
He's a negative queen, he's a negative queen

He drips disdain, he's lacking tact
He's popular in a scene
Where being nice is a radical act

Everything's got to be just so
If it's not, he'll let you know
Don't put up posters on Castro Street
He'll rip them down so he can shop in peace
He's a negative queen, he's a negative queen

He struts into a bar with swagger
Stumbles out later with a stagger
Spent half his life in a bar
Now he looks so haggard
No sympathy for a braggart

Everything's got to be just so
If it's not, he'll let you now
Darling, you simply haven't lived
Unless you've lived like him
He's a negative queen, he's a negative queen

DENNY

Red ribbons don't mean shit when you're dead.

Denny picked me up, Denny did me
He's got a tattoo of his dick on his belly
It was double vision disorienting
Denny's kind of a dorky fella

Denny's dramatic, Denny's dark
He ain't nothing like the restaurant
He's got HIV+ tattooed in black
In 6 inch letters on his back
He said, "I want them to see
What they've done to me"
Denny

Denny's reading The Decameron
About a plague that came before
'Cause Denny's dying and Denny don't like it
And Denny don't dance no more

He's kinda New Age, but Denny's not too smart
Trying to love himself,
But doesn't really know how
He's got a heart tattoo with his own name in it
Trouble is, Denny doesn't really get it
Self-esteem is just a dream for Denny

Denny could be very funny
Says he wanted my asshole tattooed on his chin
But Denny's very demanding
'Cause Denny ain't got long to live

Denny did porno photos and films
Until his tattoos ruined his career
He stares at the video feeling dejected
Helplessly watching himself get infected

Denny's got pneumocystis
And a new tattoo as well
Denny got a skull and crossbones
Smack in the middle of his forehead
Says, "I want them to see
What they've done to me"
Denny

RACHBOTTOMOFF

How to be a virgin twice.

He's a virgin from behind
He's not as curious as me
He never even stuck a finger up his butt
Just to see how it would fee
But now he's trying
To broaden his horizons
Once you get to know the feeling
You get so hot you could spray the ceiling

He's into classical music and classical tastes
He's got a classical butt and a classical waist
If ancient composers get him off
Then just call me Rachbottomoff

Rock, rock, rock, Rachbottomoff
I wanna rock rock, rock his bottom off
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Rachbottomoff

He was having second thoughts
He was scared that it would hurt
So he practiced with a dildo
To see how that would work

At first he was unsure
And then the breakthrouh occurred
He felt freed and empowered
Now he's ready to be deflowered

BEERCAN BOY

Definitely more filling.

Size don't matter
Well that's usually true
More important
Is who it's attached to
But to find a larger tool
Can sometimes be so thrilling
It goes down smooth
Definitely more filling

It's fat and wide
I can barely get my hand around it
Thick as a can of beer
Waiting for my lips to surround it

When I was young they'd complain
That I had a big mouth
But now if comes in handy
When my beercan boy gets randy
Beercan boy, my beercan boy
Beercan boy, my beercan boy

I want to get him off
And feel his silky jizz
I want to pop his top
And see him spurt and fizz
Look at the head on that brew!
I'll go down on it and nuzzle it
But no swallowing allowed
Even though I'd love to guzzle it

I'm afraid we'll get into a quarrel
Cause with one that big
It's tough to do anything more
Than oral

KISSED

Amazingly, some guys don't like to kiss. Those guys must be crazy.

If you want to get it on
If you want to turn me on
Well it's like this
First thing I need is a kiss

And if you want me to come on strong
If you want to get me long
Well you're gonna miss
Unless you're ready with a kiss

Give me kiss after kiss
One after another
Don't kiss me like you're kissing your mother
Taste my tongue, do it with passion
To get to the point where we feel cum splashin'

You want below the belt
Honey we'll get there yet
To reach that state of bliss
Start it with a kiss kiss kiss

And if it's practice you need
You can practice all over me
Man, you got such luscious lips
Give them the pleasure of a kiss

Disinterested kisses won't get my attention
Like kissing someone with a throat infection
When you kiss with enthusiasm
You're well on your way to an intense orgasm

If you want to get it on
If you want to turn me on
Well it's like this
The first thing I need is a kiss

A SONG OF REMEMBRANCE FOR OLD BOYFRIENDS

An early, very obscure Jonathan Richman song that originally used the word "girlfriend" in the title. Longing, regret, innocence.

DEEP WATER

About hanging in there despite trying circumstances.

So sad now
No way out
The bottom of despair
Hormones raging
Going crazy
Is there another boy who cares?

Deep water
Pulling me down
Deep water
Afraid I'll drown

I hear the gays go
To San Francisco
That's so far away from here
School's a jail
At home I've failed
A life of pain and fear

Two more years now
Before I get out
That's a lifetime to wait
Try to hold on
Put my thick skin on
'Til I make my escape

NOT ENOUGH OF YOU TO GO AROUND

Sometimes it's better to face facts and move on.

Well I have to kick back and laugh
Recalling stories about you
All your old friends still in town
S'Y nothing but good things about you
They all want you, just like l do
They've found what I've found
There's not enough of you to go around

When your phone number came my way
It was the last thing I expected
But I had to crack a smile
When I found it disconnected
The months pass without contact
Used to it by now, cause
There's not enough of you to go around

Time's become long now
I wonder if you're forgetting
The new friends that you've found
Are sure to learn that lesson
They all love you, like I love you
You're the sweetest boy I've found
But there's not enough of you to go around
There's not enough of you to go around
There's not enough of you to go around

NEW PLEASURES

You get lonely, you have to do something. You get bored, you bave to do something else.

My best friend
Tired of hearing me moan
Said you gotta learn
To have more fun on your own
A long string of guys
They just come and go
Time or self-reliance
Exploring on my own

I need new ideas, brand new toys
So I won't have to depend on other boys
It's a new day, it's a new dawn
With new pleasures to turn me on

To the video counter
To satisfy this need
"Laguna Cum Shots"
Is what I took home with me
18-year-old boys
In million dollar homes?!
Yeah, it got me off
But left me unmoved

I need new ideas, brand new toys
For when I'm not with other boys
It's a new day, it's a new dawn
With new pleasures to turn me on

Buying a dildo
So hard to decide
Extra long, extra thick, extra wide?
I'd rather have a partner
To get my thrills
But with or without
I've got needs to fill

HOMOSAPIEN

Homo superior in my interior. If Pete Shelley had recorded this in '77, not '81, it might have sounded more like this.