Ma-ny miles between you and me,____
And our love is gua-ran-teed to fail
'cos bonk should be mul-ti-sens-or-ry
and you just can't smell an email.
Phone Sex, cyber sex ain't all that
I prefer to take my sex in it o-ri-gi-nal form, man
So you know waht 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
And 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 ______
Brrr-ing me.....
(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.