Yes, we are tightly packed
On this crowded subway train
But that doesn't give you
The right to touch
Yes, our bodies may brush together
As the train rocks from side to side
But that doesn't give you
The right to touch
It gives you the right to inhale
My powerful perfumed aroma
And it gives you the right to imagine
All the things that you'd do to me
It gives you the right to think about
What I'm like when I've worked up a sweat
But none of this could possibly give you
The right to touch
Say, have you met my boyfriend behind me?
He's the one who can say "She is mine"
And while you've tentatively tried to put your hand on my leg
He's been running his hand up my spine
Now he's whispering words of excitement
As he nibbles and sucks on my ear
His breathing is hard, his voice is hushed
So that none such as you can hear
I smile at the prospect of what he suggests
As he starts to nibble my shoulder
And as my slow tongue encircles my lips
His hands grow bolder and bolder
One by one he unbuttons my shirt
And starts to caress my breasts
I think I'll need something to sink my teeth into
Perhaps you could lend me your chest?
That way, I could bend forward
And his hands could slide down to my hips
A surge of excitement will fill my body
As he unbuckles and then he unzips
He pushes my skirt right up to my waist
As the train continues to rock
And as I start to bite hard on your nipple
He feeds me the head of his cock
Then all the way, til the base of his shaft
Is in as far as it can get
And as he pounds me harder and harder
You'll see what I'm like when I've worked up a sweat
I'm wetter and wetter, as faster and faster
He pounds me and pounds me and pounds me again
I hope that today will be a lesson well learned
There are men and then there are MEN
He's pounding me into submission
Til it all becomes much too much
You can watch me cum, you can watch me go
None of it gives you
The right to touch
