I hear the whistle of a passing train
I hear an oboe play a sad refrain
I hear the rain upon my window open
And i think about sex
The scent of Jasmine on a summer night
The song of Starlings at the first daylight
The magic of a rainbow at the sight
I think about sex
You may say that i've got a one track mind
Maybe what you say of me is true
But while you' re saying that i've got a one track mind
I' m thinking about sex with you... and you
The restless flutter of a butterfly
A shooting star that streaks across the sky
Some speak of wonder, some of God
But i, i... well you got it... sex
You may ask me why do i obsess this much
Can't i think of something else instead
But while you're asking me i must confess this much
I'm wondering how you'd be in bed
Standing alone beside a waterfall
Or meets the friends at the shopping mall
It seems there's nothing turns me off at all
Exept maybe writing cheks
But (...) i coming back pursuing it
Each fantasy i have has got no (...)
Perhaps because i'm not actually doin it
I think about explore each cake about
I'm bored my shrink about sex, sex, sex, sex
Sometimes is food
Then sex.