Many miles between you and me And love is guaranteed to fail Cos a fuck should be multi sensory And you just cant smell an email
Phone sex, cyber sex aint all that I prefer to take my sex in its original format So you know what you can do with that mouse mat
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Well I need to turn my horse around But my baby's got the painters in Ss, ss, ss, sporting a hat of fin-est brown The colour of a car-din-al sin.
Honey, I've always had my knockers i fear, Gim-me just an eye-ful of your rear, of your rear, of your rear Somewhere to put my beer.
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Briinnnng me.... sex
(guitar solo)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman) Phy-si-cal Sex.