Many miles between you and me
And love is guaranteed to fail
Cos a fuck should be multi sensory
And you just cant smell an email
Phone sex, cyber sex aint all that
I prefer to take my sex in its original format
So you know what you can do with that mouse mat
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Well I need to turn my horse around
But my baby's got the painters in
Ss, ss, ss, sporting a hat of fin-est brown
The colour of a car-din-al sin.
Honey, I've always had my knockers i fear,
Gim-me just an eye-ful of your rear, of your rear, of your rear
Somewhere to put my beer.
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Briinnnng me.... sex
(guitar solo)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex.
