The Pressure

I met you for the first time
At the camp of the Left Youth League
You were a vegetarian
It tasted strange to kiss you
Maybe cause you ate different food
Than me at that time

And you asked me if I wanted to be your first
What a question for a seventeen year old boy
The only problem with the honorary task
Was that it came with a lot of pressure
A kind of pressure almost impossible to measure
For a seventeen year old boy

So of course I said yes
I was flattered by the trust you showed
By choosing me
We decided on a date
When you would come to my town
So it could happen

And you asked me if I'd done it before and I had
Yes, only once but I made it sound like a million
The only problem with the honorary task
Was that it came with a lot of pressure
A kind of pressure almost impossible to measure
For a seventeen year old boy

We tried to do it in the forest
I tried to make it good
We tried to do it on the floor but
I guess the pressure was too hard

So I asked you if you could sleep over
So we could relax and then try again

The only problem was that you had to call home
And ask your parents if you could stay
A kind of question that was doomed to get a "Nay"
And they came in a car to pick you up