My Left Hand

When I'm alone and feeling blue,
I think of sex and think of you.
But I can't have you, I understand,
It'll be just me and my left hand.

I go out and meet new girls.
Nice clothes, shoes, hair with curls.
Dance with them to a live band,
I'm left hard so I go home to my left hand.

Sometimes at work I let my mind wander;
Would she let me hit it? I wonder.
Filling her up with my tool and...
Sigh... I end up in the stall with my left hand.

Then one day things were different.
I was skeptical, she was insistent.
We went on a date, nothing grand.
I didn't think of going home to my left hand.

We talked and kissed, didn't fuck.
I knew well to not press my luck.
But she introduced me to her hand.
It was better than my left hand.

And when we did fuck,
I licked and I sucked.
Her body was like a new land;
I found a new job for my left hand.

I'm good for her and she for me,
So I use my left hand but just to pee.
But some days I watch her use her right hand
And she watches me use my left hand.

When I'm alone and feeling blue,
I think of sex and think of you.
And now I have you, I understand,
I really didn't need my left hand.