If I Don't Have Sex By The End Of The Week, I Am Going To Die

If I Don't Feel A Pair Of Soft Lips On My Own, I'm Gonna Hang My Head And Cry

If I Don't Feel Nails In The Nape Of My Neck, Or Hear A Nice Post-coital Sigh



Oh C'mon Baby

You Can Tell The Cops Why



And You Don't Know The Ice-cold Vice That Grips My Head

And You Don't Know The Burning In My Gut When I Try To Get Out Of Bed

And You Don't Know How These Urges Can Be So Very Misread



Oh C'mon Baby

Was It Something I Said?