Physical Sex
(B side of "I believe in a thing
called love")
Many miles between you and me,
And our love is guaranteed to fail,
Coz a bonk should be multi-sensory,
And you just can’t smell an e-mail.
Phone sex, cyber sex ain’t all that,
I prefer to take my sex in it’s original format,
So you know what you can do with that mouse mat.
Ow.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex.
Well I need to turn my horse around,
But my baby’s got the painters in,
S-s-s-sporting a hat of finest brown,
The colour of a cardinal sin.
Honey I’ve always had my knockers I fear,
Gimme just an eyeful of your rear, of your rear, of your rear,
And somewhere to put my beer.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex.
Brrring me… …sex!
(Solo)
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex with a touchy feely woman.
Physical Sex.
