Rub On A Thigh

A previous version of this was published in Exquisite Corpse and Musk Gland Sally

Rub On A Thigh!

By Denise Noe

If yr boyfriend calls it quits

Cause yr legs won't do the splits

"I'll drop ya, bam,

Less ya open up the clam"

Girls night out

Shouldn't make ya pout

If U wanna fly

Baby, rub on a thigh

When I see yr muscles flex

When I hear U sigh

U make me more than high

I want to rub on yr thigh

Don't gotta worry 'bout Randall Terry

When just us girls R makin merry

No pregs, just a high

When U rub on a thigh

Ain’t no AIDS infection

No ‘spensive operation

When U rub on a thigh

U won't believe me if I lie

Don't want 2 oversell it

Truth's the way I tell it

The love we make ain't free

There's always hurt & jealousy

Not 2 mention bigotry

Gotta split the ck & that's a bitch

Going Dutch when U sure ain't rich

Grrrrrls got sugar & hot spice

But sure as hell ain't everything nice

U might get hurt, U might cry

After rubbin’ on a thigh

‘Cause it’s lie & two-time,

It’s cheat & beat,

Claw yr eyes, pull yr hair

Might even get a gun, blow yr shit sky-high

Ain’t nothin’ foolproof,

Not even rubbin’ on a thigh

Girls do every bad thing boys do

Cept the things they can't

Guys may say they had the mumps

When they're tryin for a humps

Might say they've been HIV tested

When they're horniness has crested

But yr Mama told ya boys lie

When in doubt, rub on a thigh.