The Young Virgins

Oh, Say! What is this thing called 'sex'? Which we are yet to see. What are the blessings you give to man? Oh! Tell the poor your virgin. You talk of wonderful things you see. You say, 'it's sweet', 'it's yummy'. We feel it so, but how can it? Bring back the dignity of a virgin. Our friends, our lovers, our life we make Whenever we are in love or lust But if we could always decline from sex With us, our future remains in tact With heavy sighs, we often hear You mourn our unhappy woe But sure with patience, we can bear A loss which we shall still possess Then let not what we detest now Our precious dignity destroyed Whilst thus we speak, we are great lovers But still, we're poor and young virgins