Seems like the moon is full
And yet it抯 only noon
A sweet familiar taste
Consumes me back to you
Back to you
I抦 being taunted
Constantly tested
Skin and flesh are power invested
(it抯 all about sex)
Prehistoric intellectuals
(it抯 all about sex)
Cover up and hide the animal
Loss of control and I feel it
Starting to sweat, I will I won抰
Every inch of my skin giving orders
Attack, I will, I will
I want my sex in a jar
I抣l take it wherever I go
I want my sex in a jar
I need it wherever I go
God has created man
Beyond her wildest dreams
A bad machine will not admit
That he抯 a bad machine
A life抯 obsession in evil attire
I oughta touch you and burn in the fire
(it抯 all about sex)
Prehistoric intellectuals
(it抯 all about sex)
Covered and hide the animal
Everybody got the animal
Everybody got the animal
I want it, I need it
Saturday night is everyday
All day, all day
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