I Think About Sex

I hear the whistle of a passing train
I hear the oboe play a sad refrain
I hear the rain upon my windowpane
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 have 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 streaks across the sky
Some speak of wonder, some of God
But I, I... well you got it, sеx

You may ask me why I obsess this much
Can't I think of something еlse 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
Amidst the frenzy of a shopping mall
It seems there's nothing turns me off at all
Except maybe writing checks

But after that I'm back again pursuin' it
Each fantasy I have has God knows who in it
Perhaps because I'm not actually doin' it
I think about, explore each kink about
I bore my shrink about
Sex, sex, sex, sex
Sometimes food…
Then sex!