Condom, condom on the shelf,
we know you’re there to guard our health,
but we hesitate to ask,
embarrassment is hard to mask.
The fear goes round inside our head,
that you’ll imagine us in bed.
You care about preventing danger,
but to us you are a stranger,
and you know why we are queuing,
that’s the reason we are stewing.
When the ball is in your court,
you won’t give it a second thought.
