Sex Yeah

Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex

Yeah

Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex



(La la la)



Nothing is provocative anymore

Even for kids

No room for imagining

Cause everyone's seen everything

Question what the TV tells you

Question what the pop stars tell you

Question mum, question dad

Question good and question bad



Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex

Yeah

Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex



(La la la)



If women were religiously

Recognized sexually

We wouldn't have to feel the need to show our ass,

Is to feel free

Been there, done that

Robbed the tissues

Sold my soul

And yeah the truth hurts

Tired again

(?)

Acting naughty(?)