Hold It

Written by Douglas Firestein & Gloria Firestein

This ain’t the special Olympics
You need to bring your game
I might send you home limping
If you can’t keep up with me

If life is an obstacle course
I’ll tie you to the monkey bars
Climb you like a net
Make every inch of your body sore

I may come off strong
But I have feelings too
Most important is the one
When I’m on top of you
Safe words cannot save
The pain you will receive
If you don’t get permission
Before popping off in me

I’m gonna need you to hold it
(hold it, baby)
I’m gonna need you to slow it down
(slow it, baby)
I’m gonna need you to hold it
(hold it, baby)
Your turn will come around

This ain’t no arcade game
So let go of the joystick
You’re in my domain now
I say who the player is

I tweak it to the left
A few jerks to the right
I’m racking up a high score
Invading your space tonight

I may come off strong
But I have feelings too
Most important is the one
When I’m on top of you
Safe words cannot save
The pain you will receive
If you don’t get permission
Before popping off in me

I’m gonna need you to hold it
(hold it, baby)
I’m gonna need you to slow it down
(slow it, baby)
I’m gonna need you to hold it
(hold it, baby)
Your turn will come around

I told you to play it cool
Be all that you can be
But you couldn’t control
Your manly weaponry
(control!)

I may come off strong
But I have feelings too
Most important is the one
When I’m on top of you
Safe words cannot save
The pain you will receive
If you don’t get permission
Before popping off in me

I’m gonna need you to hold it
(hold it, baby)
I’m gonna need you to slow it down
(slow it, baby)
I’m gonna need you to hold it
(hold it, baby)
Your turn will come around