Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex Yeah Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex (La la la)
Nothing is provocative anymore Even for kids No room for imagining Cause everyone's seen everything Question what the TV tells you Question what the pop stars tell you Question mum, question dad Question good and question bad
Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex Yeah
Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex (La la la)
If women were religiously Recognized sexually We wouldn't have to feel the need to show our ass, It's to feel free Been there, done that Got the t-shirt Sold my soul And yeah the truth hurts Tired again Acting naughtier than we really are