So, when you find a gal, the perfect kind of gal
And your feelings grow distinctly biological
You think you're hot for, but you're not for
It's psychological
What a kick you get and, oh, how quick you get
In your fingers this desire to be misogical
When you define that it's just a sign that
You're psychological
Love is a question of mental suggestion
Strictly cerebral you'll find!
Sex is a theory. Consider it, Deary!
Merely a matter of mind
When I envelope you, it's just a hell accused
But the opper-thing and mani-pedi-dogical*
For goodness sakes, Dear!
Give me the breaks, Dear!
Be psychological!
*alternate lyrics: "And the obvious in manifesting gonicals"