How you get me hooked -- a poem

I go out with you to a bar, you string me right along
I don’t know if we’re going home,
This situation’s wrong

You chat to other girls in front of me.
I should be more astute
I chat to some other guy, and don’t notice that he’s cute

I’m in such a quandary, is this even love?
1. Will you come home with me?
2. Or someone else?
3. Or none of the above?

We walk together from the bar
You say “do you want a lift?”
I say “of course I do” when I should say “is it stiff?”

In your car I hold your dick, my hungry fingers squeeze
We’re passing people on the street
Who don’t know that I’m a sleaze

Every time we do this, I feel like such a chump
Addicted to your heavenly bod
Gagging for every pump