I was watching this movie
On my VCR
The things they were doing
Just a little bizarre
The expression of passion
Amid sweat and chlorine
They were five of the happiest people
That I've ever seen
Sex without bodies
Sex without pain
Sex of such passion
No mere words could explain
It's the incoming fashion
It's an oncoming train
I may never go back to the reall thing again
I called up this number
This girl Angela spoke
She started to whimper
I started to choke
Before it was over
I called out her name
And you may not believe this
But she did the same
Sex without bodies
Sex without blame
Sex on the wire
Between shadow and shame
It's the fear of desire
It's the fire without flame
I may never go back to the reall thing again
I met this guy Carlos
He took me upstairs
He sat me in one one one
Of two comfortable chairs
He sat in the other
So cool and contained
And the rest of the evening
This is how we remained
Having sex without bodies
Sex without hate
Sex in this city
Has become a garrison state
I don't care if she's pretty
I don't care if he ain't
I may never go back to the reall thing again
I may never go back to the reall thing again
We may never go back to the reall thing again
