When I Think About Sex

If I wanted conversation,
Mental stimulation,
I wouldn’t be at your door…
Wouldn’t be at your door.

If I wanted someone prying,
Psychoanalyzing,
I wouldn’t come anymore…
Wouldn’t come anymore.

But I did…
Here I am…
And seeing you in clothes is like a body slam!
“Why?” you ask.
Baby, damn!

The one I think of is you
When I think about sex!

If to me a depth of feeling
Was the least appealing,
I wouldn’t have turned to you…
Wouldn’t have turned to you.

But I did…
Here I am…
And seeing you in clothes is like a body slam!
“Why?” you ask.
Baby, damn!

The one I think of is you
When I think about sex!