The speaker is being paid by an older man for sex, but the older man keeps trying to make it into an actual relationship and take him places. The speaker is uncomfortable with this and wishes he’d just have sex with him and stop with all “touchy feel”, which isn’t a part of what signed up for.
I don't wanna give you the time
That you give me
I din't wanna go to a be-in with you
You put me in a box
And cut into my psyche
You will find i'm done before starting with you
I know that daddy's reached his prime
Now it's cradle robbing crime
But i'm too old for whine
Just get it over with
I don't wanna give you the time
That you give me
I don't wanna go to the islands with you
Put me in a box and make love to my skeleton
We can snuff my soul
And smoke after we're through
I can't play your touchy feel
It's not part of the deal
Won't die for every meal
Just get it over with
Good boy gone sour
Locked in a tower
Good boy gone sour
Paid by the hour
Good boy gone sour